A dream of an 80s yuppie lawyer, so fantastic

I am super excited.  This afternoon, I left work and met my guy to go to the lawyer’s office to sign the final paperwork to get our house tomorrow.  And wow, what a pile!  We met with Jennifer who was quite nice but honestly with her oversized, frosted blonde hair, long purple painted nails, shining lip gloss and tight but faded black skirt, she reminded me of a lawyer from a movie from the 80s, all hip and fast and budding yuppie. Only in her case, it is more than 30 years later and she still has the swing and faded black pumps to show for it.  I fell in love with her. She was sassy, flippant, funny and speedy, like a clerk in a Michael Douglas movie and when I finally shook her bony hand in thanks to say goodbye, I felt like Molly Ringwold should be standing in the lobby, smacking her gum and straightening her leg warmers.  It was fantastic.  But even more fantastic was walking out the door of that non-descript strip plaza in a forgotten corner of the city with my guy, knowing we were together and that tomorrow we would get possession of our first home as a married couple.  And now it is so funny.  We have come home and immediately starting packing the car with things to take over tomorrow night when we finally have the keys: sponges, cleaning products, tea cups, cases of pop, brooms.  And champagne.  We have had a bottle of Veuve Cliquout in the fridge for a week now chilling.  Honestly, what I really looking forward to tomorrow night is sitting on the floor in my new living room, in an empty echoing house, with a dusty old ghetto blaster plugged into the wall churning out tunes, and eating pad thai from a Styrofoam container and sipping cold champagne from a plastic mug with my guy.  I can feel the happiness and the tears already and can’t wait for the first feeling of finally being home, looking around at those dirty beige walls, the chipped counter tops waiting for attention, the dishwasher that needs bleaching and the bare spots where we need to put up some crown moulding and knowing that this is the house we will make our own, where we will make our home.