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Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Saturday
Jun282008

Not That There's Anything Wrong With That...

Last night, grocery bag securely lining my purse, Serge and I went to see Jerry Seinfeld. We'd purchased the tickets months ago and 'morning' sickness or no, I was not about to miss what could be my one chance to see him live. I didn't feel too badly, ended up worried that I'd be stuck sitting in front of some insane, hyena laugher who laughs at everything, even the not funny stuff. Then I'd have to give him the half turn, then the full turn with an eye roll. In my condition, who knows if I could restrain myself from leaping over the seats and choking some innocent idiot to death for laughing too hard at a Seinfeld show?

Turns out I didn't have to worry about who was behind me... I was seated NEXT to the snorting, laughing laugher all the time laughing who did not notice the half turns we got from the folks seated in front of us. Ah well, at least he got to escape the focus of The Angry Pregnant Lady and enjoy himself for a few hours.