People, Last night Ladywife Sarah, myself, Brendo Frendo and Captain Jack went out to have a last meal together before the big move. I'd like to say that it was emotional and we professed our great love for each other, but that would simply not be true. I think between the wedding and the band breaking up that there's been plenty of that "emotions" crap floating around and everyone is just tired of it. And so instead we gave in to our worst natures and talked about everyone we hate and why we hate them. The reasons were predictably petty and ranged from "when I say hi it takes her too long to say hi back" to "she has a big can and that's a deal breaker." Good fun was had by all. We ate at Bertucci's, a restaurant whose food I actually don't like that much. However, their dinner rolls are unreal. I go to eat the rolls and then end up buying some overpriced and not that tasty entree out of a sense of guilt. Thanks, Catholic upbringing. Oh well, I slipped a few rolls in my bag and so, in my own way, I feel like I win. Six days until I move away. I am, in a word, freaking the fuck out.
1) yes, joe in fact did do that (the shopping cart thing). i broke up with him because of it.
2) i am pasting the link to the M.O.H.'s ofoto album to tide you people over 'til real pictures happen - some of them aren't the greatest (ignore how i seem to want to create a double chin for myself in every picture, and also disregard some unfortunate looking dance moves) but you'll get the idea.
