Mawwige. Mawwige is wot bwings us togevah today.
I had to record this somewhere.
This is (as accurately as I can remember) the exact text of a conversation I had with Mal last night.
ring ring
Me: Hey, honey, what's up?
Mal: Did you get my messages?
Me: No, why?
Mal: We're next.
Me: Awww, shit. Really?
Mal: Yeah. What's the worst situation you can think of for getting the Webbs together?
Me: Ummm, bachelor party in Vegas?
Mal: Worse.
Me: Bachelor party in the Dominican?
Mal: Worse, but only because the women are involved.
Me: Oh, crap.
Mal: Yeah. The wedding's already planned. In exactly 53 weeks Grant and Sarah are getting married. They're having a New Year's Eve wedding in New York City.
Me: Oh, God! That's a terrible idea! It's going to be ridiculous. Okay, I have to go, I have to tell Jenna this.
Mal: Okay. BrennersaidIcan'tproposeforatleastthreemonthsIloveyoubye.
Me: WHAT?
Mal: I talked to Brenner, and asked if Grant had proposed, and he said yes, and that I can't propose for at least three months because the family has to space things out. I love you!
Me: I love you too. Bye.
hangs up
After cracking up about how ridiculous this wedding is going to be (and boy do I hope I'm invited...their family get togethers are like freaking frat parties with damn near unlimited budgets), I realized something about this conversation. During that conversation, any hope I had for a small, intimate wedding on the beach flew out the window.
Oh, God. Thank goodness there are still a few years before that's an issue.
This is (as accurately as I can remember) the exact text of a conversation I had with Mal last night.
ring ring
Me: Hey, honey, what's up?
Mal: Did you get my messages?
Me: No, why?
Mal: We're next.
Me: Awww, shit. Really?
Mal: Yeah. What's the worst situation you can think of for getting the Webbs together?
Me: Ummm, bachelor party in Vegas?
Mal: Worse.
Me: Bachelor party in the Dominican?
Mal: Worse, but only because the women are involved.
Me: Oh, crap.
Mal: Yeah. The wedding's already planned. In exactly 53 weeks Grant and Sarah are getting married. They're having a New Year's Eve wedding in New York City.
Me: Oh, God! That's a terrible idea! It's going to be ridiculous. Okay, I have to go, I have to tell Jenna this.
Mal: Okay. BrennersaidIcan'tproposeforatleastthreemonthsIloveyoubye.
Me: WHAT?
Mal: I talked to Brenner, and asked if Grant had proposed, and he said yes, and that I can't propose for at least three months because the family has to space things out. I love you!
Me: I love you too. Bye.
hangs up
After cracking up about how ridiculous this wedding is going to be (and boy do I hope I'm invited...their family get togethers are like freaking frat parties with damn near unlimited budgets), I realized something about this conversation. During that conversation, any hope I had for a small, intimate wedding on the beach flew out the window.
Oh, God. Thank goodness there are still a few years before that's an issue.