Thanksgiving vacation of driving
This has been one of the best weekends of my life.
Wednesday night-
I went to a lovely film called "Walk the Line" about that loveable scamp named Johnny Cash. While I do enjoy the screwball comedy, I was very surprised how much drama was in this film. I thought that the life of Johnny Cash, or the man in black, would have more Stooge-esque moments. This movie was the worst comedy I have ever seen.
Thursday- Turkey Day
I spend the early afternoon making a broccoli and cheese dish for the Marton family. I made my way to Laurel, and entered the household of my girlfriends parents. Upon entering the abode, I was bombarded by the smells of Thanksgiving. I gorged myself on poultry, tubers, and bread crumbs that had been shoved up a large bird. I sat with Jul's dad at the kiddie table, discussed politics, sports, chicks that had broken our hearts...he cried on my shoulder, I cried on his...much love. After the meal, we made the long journey to visit Jul's hetero-lifepartner Amanda, who had been enjoying her own holiday meal. We talked and laughed until the morning hours. Then, we made the long trek back. That night, I dreamed of yams and what would happen on the morrow.
Friday- Let's Get Hitched
I awoke on this cold November morning ready to take a mystical journey to the land of New Jersey. Excitedly, I packed my things, picked up my woman, and started driving. I arrived in the Garden State refreshed and ready for action. My parents' house was bustling with anticipation of my arrival: My brother groggy and unshowered, my sister crying and bitchy. I was given my duty for the day. I was to give a reading at the ceremony, and be emcee of the reception. I was anxious, but this was the time when heroes are needed...and I was a hero. After my sister (one that wasn't getting married) was done crying, we rushed to the Church. The ceremony was beautiful, especially the second reading. The reception full of dancing and fun was amazing, and my gal was gourgeous. After the night, I was tired, so i slept. It was good. (more to come)
Wednesday night-
I went to a lovely film called "Walk the Line" about that loveable scamp named Johnny Cash. While I do enjoy the screwball comedy, I was very surprised how much drama was in this film. I thought that the life of Johnny Cash, or the man in black, would have more Stooge-esque moments. This movie was the worst comedy I have ever seen.
Thursday- Turkey Day
I spend the early afternoon making a broccoli and cheese dish for the Marton family. I made my way to Laurel, and entered the household of my girlfriends parents. Upon entering the abode, I was bombarded by the smells of Thanksgiving. I gorged myself on poultry, tubers, and bread crumbs that had been shoved up a large bird. I sat with Jul's dad at the kiddie table, discussed politics, sports, chicks that had broken our hearts...he cried on my shoulder, I cried on his...much love. After the meal, we made the long journey to visit Jul's hetero-lifepartner Amanda, who had been enjoying her own holiday meal. We talked and laughed until the morning hours. Then, we made the long trek back. That night, I dreamed of yams and what would happen on the morrow.
Friday- Let's Get Hitched
I awoke on this cold November morning ready to take a mystical journey to the land of New Jersey. Excitedly, I packed my things, picked up my woman, and started driving. I arrived in the Garden State refreshed and ready for action. My parents' house was bustling with anticipation of my arrival: My brother groggy and unshowered, my sister crying and bitchy. I was given my duty for the day. I was to give a reading at the ceremony, and be emcee of the reception. I was anxious, but this was the time when heroes are needed...and I was a hero. After my sister (one that wasn't getting married) was done crying, we rushed to the Church. The ceremony was beautiful, especially the second reading. The reception full of dancing and fun was amazing, and my gal was gourgeous. After the night, I was tired, so i slept. It was good. (more to come)