Xander ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I have to say, not one wedding story I've heard has lessened my desire to elope
My friend J got married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator and... oh, that's eloping, isn't it? Shoot.
Oh, billytea. Actuarial charm and risque humor. What would we do without you?
In other, completely useless news not related to clothing, I just completed a complex set of trades in my roto baseball league involving ten players, probably dooming my team to a crispy-fried final 1/4 of the season.
And the sad thing is, this is the most interesting thing I've done today and the only thing that's involved a lot of brainpower.
Oh we can eat, we just can't eat WITH each other.
Man, screw that. Call the groomsmen and have lunch with them.
Every time I hear a Bridezilla story I thank my deity of choice (Judeo-Christian class, Only Begotten Son division, Born Again catergory) that I landed Susan, who looked dead sexy in her wedding dress and didn't spoil that mood by grabbing my shirt and screaming "THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE IVORY!!!!!" as my sister-in-law did before her wedding.
Hi, honey!
Someday we're going to be crotchety old people still quoting that line about the non-ivory shirts and people will think we're crazy and senile.
I'll have the groomsmen put on the flippers.
I got this!
I also have the urge to call B. and ask when exactly she went insane.
Someday we're going to be crotchety old people still quoting that line about the non-ivory shirts and people will think we're crazy and senile.
We'll be 100 years old at our great-grandchild's wedding telling the story. And you'll be just about shouting it owing to your bad family ears.
Yeah. As long as I actually start back on the diet next Monday to improve my chances of actually living to be 100, with a decent assist from technology.
Susan, did you try the Red Robin at the mall? They are usually ok with groups but I'm not sure if they take reservations. One of my favorites is Pogacha, which is right off main street. Have you tried Cucina, Cucina?
Someday we're going to be crotchety old people still quoting that line about the non-ivory shirts and people will think we're crazy and senile.
We'll be 100 years old at our great-grandchild's wedding telling the story. And you'll be just about shouting it owing to your bad family ears.
Oh. I think I'm in love with Susan-and-Dylan! You guys are so CUTE!!!
Yeah. As long as I actually start back on the diet next Monday to improve my chances of actually living to be 100, with a decent assist from technology.
If we make it to 100, that pretty much means we lost weight and medical technology will have made a pretty big leap. Your family ears, my family heart.
But if we make it that far, I'm wearing a Peter Wimsey 1930s suit with a waistcoat to the wedding. And I'm going to be the sexiest 100 year old man in the room.