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i'm back!
we had the best fucking time. matt's family is wonderful, they made me feel so welcome. when they took the portrait of the groom's side of the family he told me to get in the picture. awwww! they said i'm family already, and they all assumed matt and i will be next, which is probably true. i'd never been to a wedding before, it was a fucking blast. this little fat 8 year old was WORKING IT on the dance floor..oh man..and some fat guy got too into dancing and his knee went out..and he's like, laying on the floor moaning and people were gathering around..i thought he was having a heart attack or something, and the DJ is all like "CMON EVERYBODY DANCE!" and dude's laying on the floor dying and shit..oh MAN..we behaved ourselves at the time but we were dying later.
we were at wendy's friday night and there was this dude walking up and down the highway with a full size cross on his back, dragging it up and down. matt's brother said he does that every day, and has been for years. he had a wheel on the bottom, they said he was forced to put a wheel on his cross because he kept fucking up the pavement dragging it up and down all day. holy shit dude. he had a sign hanging off of it too but he was across the street so we couldn't read it. it probably just said NO FAT CHICKS or something.
we had the greatest time. and it really brought me and matt even closer. i love him more than ever. i feel like i know him so much better. and we discovered that when we get a place we're going to need a really big bed. he thrashes around a lot in his sleep and almost knocked me out of bed and elbowed me in the face. damn dude. fucking dangerous.
it's good to be home, i guess. i need to get out of here more often.
we had the best fucking time. matt's family is wonderful, they made me feel so welcome. when they took the portrait of the groom's side of the family he told me to get in the picture. awwww! they said i'm family already, and they all assumed matt and i will be next, which is probably true. i'd never been to a wedding before, it was a fucking blast. this little fat 8 year old was WORKING IT on the dance floor..oh man..and some fat guy got too into dancing and his knee went out..and he's like, laying on the floor moaning and people were gathering around..i thought he was having a heart attack or something, and the DJ is all like "CMON EVERYBODY DANCE!" and dude's laying on the floor dying and shit..oh MAN..we behaved ourselves at the time but we were dying later.
we were at wendy's friday night and there was this dude walking up and down the highway with a full size cross on his back, dragging it up and down. matt's brother said he does that every day, and has been for years. he had a wheel on the bottom, they said he was forced to put a wheel on his cross because he kept fucking up the pavement dragging it up and down all day. holy shit dude. he had a sign hanging off of it too but he was across the street so we couldn't read it. it probably just said NO FAT CHICKS or something.
we had the greatest time. and it really brought me and matt even closer. i love him more than ever. i feel like i know him so much better. and we discovered that when we get a place we're going to need a really big bed. he thrashes around a lot in his sleep and almost knocked me out of bed and elbowed me in the face. damn dude. fucking dangerous.
it's good to be home, i guess. i need to get out of here more often.