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With you. I look back on my early-mid twenties of lost Sundays. So easy to fall into the bottomless hole, then you’re blacked out at 2pm like it’s Homecoming. I am at a two per month limit now. Not saying its been easy…
I lived in Philadelphia for ten months. Not once during my extensive tenure there did I hear of “Dallas Week.” Judging by the coherency of your post, I am guessing this is something you’ve concocted in your head.
I just got back from the mall (I had to hit up my nearest Payless when realizing I forgot my gym shoes). Christmas trees abound. Every. Single. Store.
What if we had Thanksgiving decorations and attractions the same way? I could sit on John Smith’s lap and tell him what I’m thankful for, the mall entrance would be flanked by giant ears of corn…or better yet, giant turkeys, and people in pilgrims gear would alternatively ring bells for the Salvation Army and do bar crawls.
PS. The below gif is perfect; but I am not sure I am posting it correctly. I accept your “meh”‘s dutifully in advance.
Papa Madoff- I had a thought. As the newly elected Vice President of your townhouse community, are you imbued with the power to perform marriages within your jurisdiction? You could perform your own ceremony and even skip the courthouse. That would be dope.
I am reminded of one of my favorite quotes from a contemporary luminary, “My mom used to say to me ‘You can’t have fun all the time!’ And I used to say ‘Why not?’Why the fuck can’t I have fun all the time?” – Kate Moss
Your wedding should be no exception. I went to go see Wu Tang mere hours after mine. You do you. It’s the most important day of YOUR lives. And we wanted to spend ours with RZA.
This came out awesome. And it sounds like you got the vital mindset, “I’m not sure if people look down on this sort of thing because I stopped caring ages ago what people thought. ” Which is awesome all around, and not just in wedding planning.
PS. Brady Bunch style… do you have a Greg and Marcia thing going on with the intended Mrs. Madoff? Or is that in reference to the pit bulls only? #notjudgingofcourse
One night in college I came to at about 530am amid screaming at the Marine on duty on the lawn of the US embassy in Buenos Aries. I forgot how I got there or what I was yelling about. Facing banishment from the country, I called it quits and hailed a cab home.
Patagucci– YES you do! I am 29 years old and still hearing screechy choruses of “BIRTHDAY WEEK” on group email chains. It’s like Freddy Kruegger’s nails (or whatever those are) on a chalkboard.
No, just no. and PS Thanks for reading that one!
WDF- glad that one is now an ex. I’ll remember to send you a bday tweet.
I was talking to my best friend from high school the other day. She just moved to Detroit after fiance got a job at GM. Talking about meeting people in your late 20s–you need one, maybe two new friends. That’s it. Pressure is off.
I remember the dorm days off getting dozens of AIM screen names and I don’t miss it.
Nothing like relaxing into old friendships–they’re definitely worth the time and visits.
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Ah, they can’t all be 10 hookers with hearts of gold a la Heather Graham in Hangover
I just like, really want a piano to fall on Megan and Caroline.
There’s an application to work here?
With you. I look back on my early-mid twenties of lost Sundays. So easy to fall into the bottomless hole, then you’re blacked out at 2pm like it’s Homecoming. I am at a two per month limit now. Not saying its been easy…
I lived in Philadelphia for ten months. Not once during my extensive tenure there did I hear of “Dallas Week.” Judging by the coherency of your post, I am guessing this is something you’ve concocted in your head.
I just got back from the mall (I had to hit up my nearest Payless when realizing I forgot my gym shoes). Christmas trees abound. Every. Single. Store.
What if we had Thanksgiving decorations and attractions the same way? I could sit on John Smith’s lap and tell him what I’m thankful for, the mall entrance would be flanked by giant ears of corn…or better yet, giant turkeys, and people in pilgrims gear would alternatively ring bells for the Salvation Army and do bar crawls.
PS. The below gif is perfect; but I am not sure I am posting it correctly. I accept your “meh”‘s dutifully in advance.
https://33.media.tumblr.com/4bc3dab142ff4b71f685e9bc23da0d0c/tumblr_mwf9fqOk001qzh561o9_r1_250.gif
“bitchin in seersucker” is worth repeating.
That is all.
Will you do my taxes?
I like you too.
I like you.
Papa Madoff- I had a thought. As the newly elected Vice President of your townhouse community, are you imbued with the power to perform marriages within your jurisdiction? You could perform your own ceremony and even skip the courthouse. That would be dope.
I am reminded of one of my favorite quotes from a contemporary luminary, “My mom used to say to me ‘You can’t have fun all the time!’ And I used to say ‘Why not?’Why the fuck can’t I have fun all the time?” – Kate Moss
Your wedding should be no exception. I went to go see Wu Tang mere hours after mine. You do you. It’s the most important day of YOUR lives. And we wanted to spend ours with RZA.
This came out awesome. And it sounds like you got the vital mindset, “I’m not sure if people look down on this sort of thing because I stopped caring ages ago what people thought. ” Which is awesome all around, and not just in wedding planning.
PS. Brady Bunch style… do you have a Greg and Marcia thing going on with the intended Mrs. Madoff? Or is that in reference to the pit bulls only? #notjudgingofcourse
One night in college I came to at about 530am amid screaming at the Marine on duty on the lawn of the US embassy in Buenos Aries. I forgot how I got there or what I was yelling about. Facing banishment from the country, I called it quits and hailed a cab home.
Now I am hung over after three glasses of wine.
I wish they’d remake the 2000 classic, “What Women Want” with WDF instead of Mel Gibson. He doesn’t even the telepathy and is way more accurate.
““Do you love him? But do you LOVE love him? ”
I love Todd.
Sip and paint also soothes my jangled nerves and allows me a decent outing that wraps by 10pm. #donthate.
I love doing that. I call it “Gould-Party of 1.” Now that I’m married its mostly reserved for business trips and for when Aaron has pissed me off.
Patagucci– YES you do! I am 29 years old and still hearing screechy choruses of “BIRTHDAY WEEK” on group email chains. It’s like Freddy Kruegger’s nails (or whatever those are) on a chalkboard.
No, just no. and PS Thanks for reading that one!
WDF- glad that one is now an ex. I’ll remember to send you a bday tweet.
I was talking to my best friend from high school the other day. She just moved to Detroit after fiance got a job at GM. Talking about meeting people in your late 20s–you need one, maybe two new friends. That’s it. Pressure is off.
I remember the dorm days off getting dozens of AIM screen names and I don’t miss it.
Nothing like relaxing into old friendships–they’re definitely worth the time and visits.
Halloween Part II, drunk girls, crying, and Sperry shits the bee costume after getting into leftover boozy gummy worms. Please? PLEEEEEASEEE?
Aaron and I do a couple’s costume every year; we’re Meatwad and Carl. Not all couple’s costumes are lame.
You left a party with strangers asking if they could borrow your dog so it could eat small creatures for them.