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The big Sunday meeting between POG, G2B and B2B
I guess I'm going to have to post about this considering my Bride to be (B2B) is unable to get to a computer till tomorrow (feel free to copy and paste this one Andrea). We had a big meeting with the Parents of the Groom (POG, here's a hint, my mother and father) this past Sunday. First of all the meeting happened later than thought due to all kinds of wierd f*cking traffic problems. It took me nearly and an hour and a half to get from Comm ave in Allston to Broadway in Somerville, normally a 30 minute ride. I love the Red Sox, but I can't stand trying to drive through the mess they cause during a game. So I battle my way through all kinds of horn-happy, road-raged, wacky, fun-loving pricks the game of baseball lets loose throughout the Fenway and Kenmore Square. I take the exit for 93N rather than fight my way through the mess that is the McGrath highway. WRONG, I get myself into a mess on the leveret connector. I think great, no matter where I go, I'm f*cked. I reach 93 and zoom to Andrea's house. I finally get there thinking, well it's only a half hour to Lynn. So I hit RT 16. BOY was I ever wrong. all of a sudden RT 16 is a T Station parking lot. There was some kind of Brazillian festival going on. There were all kinds of people walking down 16 wearing yellow Brazil t-shirts. It looked like a Soccer game exploded on 16, excuse me Futball. There were cars that were worth $100.00 blasting Bazillian tunes out of $1,000.00 dollar sound systems. I was driven insane because I couldn't drown them out with ICP because Andrea doesn't care for them too much. Again it took me an hour and a half for a 30 minute journey. By the time I reached my mother's house, my right foot was cramped from all the stop and go crap.So finally we arrive at Casa De' Haskell. We ordered Chinese food and began light-hearted chat. The food came, I proceeded to make a complete pig of myself, then it was down to business. We were there to compile info about the guest list. So my mother and Andrea begin to tear into the list. Name after name, address after address and phone number after phone number were tossed back and forth, written down and checked off. All the while I fell asleep on the couch. I broke my dozing only to be given a complete tongue-lashing. It was unfortunately noticed that most of my friends' names did not have addresses next to them. Well, what's my excuse??? I say to Andrea, well I work twelve f*cking hours a day, when do I have time. I thought her head was going to explode off her shoulders. She says, "so are you saying all I do is sit on my ass all day and not work? My list of addresses is complete." she says to me. All I could do is sink further down in the couch. I kind of felt like Al Bundy when something bad was or is happening. OH GOD NO! Finally I just did what my dad always said, "yes dear." I joke about her being "Bride-zilla" and this was most definitely a "Bride-zilla" moment. But it was a deserved moment on my behalf because I did say something incredibly stupid.These next nine months are going to be fast-paced, full of ups and downs. Not to mention pretty f*cking fun and yet scary all at the same time. Who am I kidding, these next 8-9 months are going to be f*cking CRAZY!!! I know there will be moments where I'm going to go "GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" BUT In the end, it will all be worth it. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't have asked her to be my wife.Here's to fun, excitement and pulling my f*cking hair out of my scalp. "George, George, George of the Jungle watch out for that......
SLAM!!!!
......tree
I just love him more every day, there's nothing more I can say but that. ~B2B bride to be
The big Sunday meeting between POG, G2B and B2B
I guess I'm going to have to post about this considering my Bride to be (B2B) is unable to get to a computer till tomorrow (feel free to copy and paste this one Andrea). We had a big meeting with the Parents of the Groom (POG, here's a hint, my mother and father) this past Sunday. First of all the meeting happened later than thought due to all kinds of wierd f*cking traffic problems. It took me nearly and an hour and a half to get from Comm ave in Allston to Broadway in Somerville, normally a 30 minute ride. I love the Red Sox, but I can't stand trying to drive through the mess they cause during a game. So I battle my way through all kinds of horn-happy, road-raged, wacky, fun-loving pricks the game of baseball lets loose throughout the Fenway and Kenmore Square. I take the exit for 93N rather than fight my way through the mess that is the McGrath highway. WRONG, I get myself into a mess on the leveret connector. I think great, no matter where I go, I'm f*cked. I reach 93 and zoom to Andrea's house. I finally get there thinking, well it's only a half hour to Lynn. So I hit RT 16. BOY was I ever wrong. all of a sudden RT 16 is a T Station parking lot. There was some kind of Brazillian festival going on. There were all kinds of people walking down 16 wearing yellow Brazil t-shirts. It looked like a Soccer game exploded on 16, excuse me Futball. There were cars that were worth $100.00 blasting Bazillian tunes out of $1,000.00 dollar sound systems. I was driven insane because I couldn't drown them out with ICP because Andrea doesn't care for them too much. Again it took me an hour and a half for a 30 minute journey. By the time I reached my mother's house, my right foot was cramped from all the stop and go crap.So finally we arrive at Casa De' Haskell. We ordered Chinese food and began light-hearted chat. The food came, I proceeded to make a complete pig of myself, then it was down to business. We were there to compile info about the guest list. So my mother and Andrea begin to tear into the list. Name after name, address after address and phone number after phone number were tossed back and forth, written down and checked off. All the while I fell asleep on the couch. I broke my dozing only to be given a complete tongue-lashing. It was unfortunately noticed that most of my friends' names did not have addresses next to them. Well, what's my excuse??? I say to Andrea, well I work twelve f*cking hours a day, when do I have time. I thought her head was going to explode off her shoulders. She says, "so are you saying all I do is sit on my ass all day and not work? My list of addresses is complete." she says to me. All I could do is sink further down in the couch. I kind of felt like Al Bundy when something bad was or is happening. OH GOD NO! Finally I just did what my dad always said, "yes dear." I joke about her being "Bride-zilla" and this was most definitely a "Bride-zilla" moment. But it was a deserved moment on my behalf because I did say something incredibly stupid.These next nine months are going to be fast-paced, full of ups and downs. Not to mention pretty f*cking fun and yet scary all at the same time. Who am I kidding, these next 8-9 months are going to be f*cking CRAZY!!! I know there will be moments where I'm going to go "GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" BUT In the end, it will all be worth it. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't have asked her to be my wife.Here's to fun, excitement and pulling my f*cking hair out of my scalp. "George, George, George of the Jungle watch out for that......
SLAM!!!!
......tree
I just love him more every day, there's nothing more I can say but that. ~B2B bride to be
posted by Andrea and Rob Haskell at 6:00 AM
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