Strange love can work

It’s Sunday, it’s raining and I have the sniffles.

The kind of sniffles that say, “Screw homework. Stay in bed and watch Lost all flipping day.”

Unfortunately, I’m a journalist and I have a deadline, so I have to ignore the things my sniffles tell me to do and talk to you people about my boring life.

Saturday night Freedom (tall goofy black guy, also writes a column here, we have a band together) and I decided to throw a party at his house, thinking that since our band hasn’t played any shows in a while that maybe we could just perform for our houseguests.

It seems like a pretty good idea on paper, because on paper you aren’t taking into account mild vampirism.

Two really good friends of ours were at the party, let’s call them Boris and Natasha, and they had brought some people along with them to add to the party.

Boris and Natasha are a unique couple. They’re both punk rockers, they both party like there’s no tomorrow, and I’ve never seen the two of them ever fight with each other. Until last night.

Boris went outside with one of his friends — let’s call her Rocky. Sure. So Boris and Rocky came outside and walked into the front yard waving a knife around and talking about cutting open Boris’ arm.

No sooner had I got over there to try and break it up than Rocky takes a nice jab at Boris’ bicep and a river of chocolate syrup starts running down his arm.

As soon as that happened Natasha lunges at Boris and starts sucking the sticky stuff right out his blood vessel. I was horrified. They were loving it.

So I walk over to the other side of the yard to tell Freedom about it, and apparently the couple started arguing because Natasha was ashamed for not being the one who initiated the gore-fest.

She was pissed and started charging off while Boris yelled at her to get out of his life.

Since no one at the party is really certain of what just went down between the two of them, we’re all trying to calm them down and talk it out.

Suddenly, a switch flips on in Natasha’s brain and she starts apologizing to her man and telling him that she was just being a bitchy girlfriend. This is what really threw me and Freedom off.

It wasn’t the blood sacrifice, it wasn’t the shame that Natasha felt for letting another girl stab her boyfriend, it was the fact that we actually heard a girl apologize for acting insane.

This is something that Freedom and I have heard of before but have never actually witnessed in the wild.

I suppose Natasha is just a better class of woman than the kind of heartless succubi that I seem to attract, or her and Boris just have a way stronger relationship than anything I’ve ever been in.

Either way, it’s nice to see two people so in love, even if they do have a weird way of showing it.