My partner in crime is “The DRG” – aka “The Domestic Rock God”.
We met years before we got together. I was running my corporate gift basket business by day, and booking bands and social media marketing for a grungy rock and heavy metal live music club by night. The DRG was the frontman for one of the classic rock bands who played there. He was married and I was living with someone at the time, so we were friendly but dating wasn’t on anyone’s radar. If it was, I probably would have said that he was not my type – he had hair halfway down his back, a long scruffy beard, tons of tattoos, and his musical taste leaned towards death metal.
Years later (and both single) we bumped into each other at a blues show at the local BBQ joint and we’ve been inseparable ever since. BAM! Who knew?
We began dating in 2014 and got married in a surprise backyard wedding in 2018. I’m lucky to have met him and luckier still that he puts up with me and all my crazy.
He also introduced me to the handy phrase “cosmetic fuckery”
Cosmetic Fuckery (Koz-met-ik Fuck-er-eee)
To make something appear better than what it actually is through shady creative DIY tactics. Usually involves copious amounts of caulk and paint. Sometimes known as “smoke and mirrors”. Can also refer to a renovation that appears nice to the casual observer, but is revealed to be poorly done and held together by duct tape and DAP upon closer inspection.
He’s no slouch in the DIY department – he’s great at plumbing and electrical projects, though he doesn’t enjoy woodworking AT ALL
Plus…HE HAS A TRUCK! That means no more strapping huge pieces of second-hand furniture onto my car.
I think he’s the best guy on the planet.
