I (Bria, formally of the Murphy variety) am the main wordsmith of this little online adventure. That is why my "bio" gets to go first. I am average height, weight, looks, smarts. I am above average daydreamer and accomplished interpretive dancer (living room performances strictly). I have many, many guilty pleasures – most of which in some way or another relate to the television.
I’m in my mid-late twenties. I had an on-again off-again relationship with college education that lasted nearly 8 years, but I finally won the war and walked proudly away with a degree in the oh-so-broad communications concentration. I also took enough art history classes that i feel confident in lying to people and saying it was my minor. The best gift my education gave me was the opportunity to travel. I worry that the only way I’ll get to see more of the world is if I go for the masters. But I think that ship has sailed.
I worked as a waitress for centuries and learned much more about the real world there than I did in college. I also managed a fro-yo shop before landing my big girl gig as a proposal writer. That title needs some work, its really misleading. I think writing proposals of engagement for lovers plagued by writers block would be a fantastic job. I just copy and paste a lot and don’t earn any commission.
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Spencer is the genius lumberjack of my dreams. He may not make a written appearance here often, but he is an inspiration to me in all things and he will pop up now and again I’m sure.
Spencer is in his slightly earlier , mid-late twenties. There is a four month period in the year when he appears two years my junior. I hate that time. He may be younger but has always looked older and was the one buying the kids beer and coconut rum long before we could get our grubby mitts on a fake id. Big Hoss went to a music institute right after high school where he cemented his musical genius status promptly. He really is a machine. Genius lumberjack cyborg rock god. Try finding one of those on match.com. Later, he nabbed a Business degree. We have big dreams of starting a business together one day. We have a lot of ideas, but have yet to fall in love with one.
Spencer had many jobs in the customer service industry – most notably – as a valet downtown. He was good at it (as he is at everything) but it is a thankless job. He now works as a manager for “the man”, a big ole-to-remain-nameless-not-home depot-home-improvement store. He specializes in millwork. Do you know what that is? I didn’t. but I’ll just say he has installed 8 doors in our house.
Why, “that’s what sinnott said”? Because we like the office. and “sinnott” is a hard name to work with. And “sinnottfamily.com” was already taken.
Our Story
Spencer and I meet at summer camp in 1997. I was 15 and wore short shorts with unabashed confidence. It was the only summer in my whole life that I was tan. Spencer was 13. I’m not a creeper. he was only 13 for another month. Anyways, it was his first trip to this camp and he is most certainly not a camp-goer. He was a trouble maker. A heart breaker. I was very awkward and almost painfully shy. Under any other circumstance we would have never entertained the idea of even speaking to one another. It was sort of like in High School Musical, when those two really adorable kids meet on the cruise ship during winter break. Only we were less attractive, in the woods in august, and there was no karaoke. just lip-syncing to the spice girls.
We came home from camp and passed notes to eachother all through high school. We broke up shortly after graduation. It was winter when we saw eachother is a smokey bar a year later. And all that hate and yuck of the break up had gone away. Stevie Ray Vaughn's "Pride and Joy" came over the sound system and I joked that I had asked the bartender to play it, as it was "our song". Spencer looked confused and terrified. I laughed, he laughed. We were laughing! It wasn't long before we started the 2nd act of our relationship: "Bria and Spencer, out of the gymnasium and into the real world"
Fast Forward to Summer in Paris, 2008. I know. A romantic boat ride, champagne drenched show at the Moulin Rogue and a few hurried steps to the Sacre Couer later, and he was on his knee saying the most wonderful things and showing me a ring that reminds me of the Louvre. I said yes and we ate french pastries until the sun came up.
