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LJ User - hrtagram_boy
Chapter 35 - Sunday, October 21st, 2007
Author: Jordan (insane_pyro_grl)
Disclaimer: Fiction, made up by me for creative purposes. I do not own any of the boys, and this journal is not Bam’s real journal.
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: What if Bam had a LiveJournal and no one knew about it? Would you read how he wrote about his every day life, from his perspective? This is his journal: hrtagram_boy, read all about his daily life, his trials, his tribulations, and his love. This will be as historically accurate as possible, if I can mold it that way, so it actually will seem like Bam is writing it himself, in real time.
Notes: I suck at updating. End of story. I felt productive today, so I updated. Otherwise, college and friends usually have my soul. I doubt anyone even cares about this story anymore.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 35 - Sunday, October 21st, 2007
On today’s agenda: deciding which of my best friends are going to be my four groomsmen.
This is difficult, hell, this is even more difficult than proposing. It was even difficult getting the number to four groomsmen for each of us. What was a typical number for these things? I hadn’t been to a wedding in YEARS. We eventually just called Missy and asked her what would be a good, general number for groomsmen. She said either four or five, and then mom chimed in and said four was a traditional number. And so it is, four.
For him, this was easy. Mige, Linde, Gas, and Burton. Done, already written down on a sheet for Missy. For me, I had too many friends to choose from. How the fuck am I supposed to choose from all of my friends? I only knew one definite for my list, already written down: Jess. I had to have my brother as my best man, that was a given. Plus, mom said she’d formally disown me if Jess wasn’t at least one of my groomsmen.
One thing was already decided about the wedding, little Ava would be the flower girl. We both adore my niece and love playing with her when we see her, and her eyes lit up at the idea of wearing a pretty dress and throwing flowers, so it’s perfect in everyone’s eyes.
So, instead of picking my groomsmen, I, of course, procrastinated by finally decided on what my wedding gift to him would be: the perfect honeymoon. So I planned that instead, after texting Missy my idea and she replied that it was wonderful I was so involved in all of the planning and making him as happy in a clam in mud. Hell, I even called Seppo and asked what kind of vacation time he could get. The answer? A month and a half: an excellent chunk of time for the perfect getaway.
The first stop on our dream honeymoon after the perfect wedding: London. Well, more specifically, a stop to the club where I first saw him perform and the moment when I fell in love with him. I still remember our first meeting, me acting like a babbling fangirl who just wanted to be friends with him, nothing more, until it developed into something completely different. That’s where our friendship began, that night that included beer after beer and Jager bombs which left us to be two crazy drunken men running around London at four o’clock in the morning.
After London, a week spent in Tokyo. Everyone knows how much he loves sushi. I, however, don’t really get the appeal of raw fish dipped in weird sauces with enough sinus-cleaning horseradish around to have anyone crying. Then it’s off to Disney World, for a week full of childish fun. Neither of us have been there, and since everyone says it’s so awesome (see: every Super Bowl winning quarterback ever), I decided we should venture there. I’ve got a few other places planned after that, like the Caribbean and then I had the brilliant idea to just take a pen, close my eyes, and wherever the pen hit we’re spending time. Yay for Saskatchewan and Sydney!?!
Even more time to procrastinate gave me the idea to go find Santa. Am I little crazy? Yes. But I want to go and find Santa fucking Clause. Wouldn’t it be totally awesome to go to Lapland and see where Santa lives? It would be an awesome documentary. I’m pretty sure I could drag Novak, Hanna, Chad, maybe even Jess along for the ride. I told mom about it and she thinks I’ve gone off the deep end, but she always thinks I’m doing that, so I’m not too worried. Plus I could totally make some money off of this adventure. Package that bullshit up as a movie! Fangirls would eat it up! CHA CHING!
Enough with the procrastinating. I need to make this decision. Fuck it. It’s going to be Jess, Ryan, Dico, and Chad. Novak is too immature. He’d skeeze up the whole thing. I could see him coming to the ceremony halfway through a withdrawal, or coming high as hell. He is not going to ruin this.
No one is going to ruin my special day. NO ONE.
Chapter 35 - Sunday, October 21st, 2007
Author: Jordan (insane_pyro_grl)
Disclaimer: Fiction, made up by me for creative purposes. I do not own any of the boys, and this journal is not Bam’s real journal.
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: What if Bam had a LiveJournal and no one knew about it? Would you read how he wrote about his every day life, from his perspective? This is his journal: hrtagram_boy, read all about his daily life, his trials, his tribulations, and his love. This will be as historically accurate as possible, if I can mold it that way, so it actually will seem like Bam is writing it himself, in real time.
Notes: I suck at updating. End of story. I felt productive today, so I updated. Otherwise, college and friends usually have my soul. I doubt anyone even cares about this story anymore.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 35 - Sunday, October 21st, 2007
On today’s agenda: deciding which of my best friends are going to be my four groomsmen.
This is difficult, hell, this is even more difficult than proposing. It was even difficult getting the number to four groomsmen for each of us. What was a typical number for these things? I hadn’t been to a wedding in YEARS. We eventually just called Missy and asked her what would be a good, general number for groomsmen. She said either four or five, and then mom chimed in and said four was a traditional number. And so it is, four.
For him, this was easy. Mige, Linde, Gas, and Burton. Done, already written down on a sheet for Missy. For me, I had too many friends to choose from. How the fuck am I supposed to choose from all of my friends? I only knew one definite for my list, already written down: Jess. I had to have my brother as my best man, that was a given. Plus, mom said she’d formally disown me if Jess wasn’t at least one of my groomsmen.
One thing was already decided about the wedding, little Ava would be the flower girl. We both adore my niece and love playing with her when we see her, and her eyes lit up at the idea of wearing a pretty dress and throwing flowers, so it’s perfect in everyone’s eyes.
So, instead of picking my groomsmen, I, of course, procrastinated by finally decided on what my wedding gift to him would be: the perfect honeymoon. So I planned that instead, after texting Missy my idea and she replied that it was wonderful I was so involved in all of the planning and making him as happy in a clam in mud. Hell, I even called Seppo and asked what kind of vacation time he could get. The answer? A month and a half: an excellent chunk of time for the perfect getaway.
The first stop on our dream honeymoon after the perfect wedding: London. Well, more specifically, a stop to the club where I first saw him perform and the moment when I fell in love with him. I still remember our first meeting, me acting like a babbling fangirl who just wanted to be friends with him, nothing more, until it developed into something completely different. That’s where our friendship began, that night that included beer after beer and Jager bombs which left us to be two crazy drunken men running around London at four o’clock in the morning.
After London, a week spent in Tokyo. Everyone knows how much he loves sushi. I, however, don’t really get the appeal of raw fish dipped in weird sauces with enough sinus-cleaning horseradish around to have anyone crying. Then it’s off to Disney World, for a week full of childish fun. Neither of us have been there, and since everyone says it’s so awesome (see: every Super Bowl winning quarterback ever), I decided we should venture there. I’ve got a few other places planned after that, like the Caribbean and then I had the brilliant idea to just take a pen, close my eyes, and wherever the pen hit we’re spending time. Yay for Saskatchewan and Sydney!?!
Even more time to procrastinate gave me the idea to go find Santa. Am I little crazy? Yes. But I want to go and find Santa fucking Clause. Wouldn’t it be totally awesome to go to Lapland and see where Santa lives? It would be an awesome documentary. I’m pretty sure I could drag Novak, Hanna, Chad, maybe even Jess along for the ride. I told mom about it and she thinks I’ve gone off the deep end, but she always thinks I’m doing that, so I’m not too worried. Plus I could totally make some money off of this adventure. Package that bullshit up as a movie! Fangirls would eat it up! CHA CHING!
Enough with the procrastinating. I need to make this decision. Fuck it. It’s going to be Jess, Ryan, Dico, and Chad. Novak is too immature. He’d skeeze up the whole thing. I could see him coming to the ceremony halfway through a withdrawal, or coming high as hell. He is not going to ruin this.
No one is going to ruin my special day. NO ONE.