Saturday, June 14, 2008

6 Days

I'm getting married in six days.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Memories and Groomsmen

And now, upon the entrance of my last week of singlehood, I have a few memories that I'd like to get down on some metaphorical paper.

1) The time Clark broke his front teeth.
2) The time Chad weighed more than me.
3) The time Beaty and I spied on Clark.
4) The time John and I went on that undie run.
5) The time Andy thought he could beat me in Settlers.
6) All the times Ryan and I made #1 hits. All starting will "Slapped by a Lung"
7) The time Steve $7.50'd
8) The time Myles tried to superman over me at lake Tahoe.
9) The time Jared won in pool basketball everytime, simply because he was on my team.
10) The time Brett beat me in Risk on his very first try.
11) The time Chris and I build the manliest fire ever made.
12) The time Evan showed me how to dance.

Ah the memories. There's too many more, but that's one for each of my groomsmen.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Piece of Advice

If there is one piece of advice that I could give to the world. A piece of advice that transcends all gender, race, and cultural differences; a piece of advice that is useful for every single living soul on this planet; a piece of useful advice that I ignored and am right this second paying the consequences for ignoring it-- the advice would be this:

Floss regularly.

Seriously, people. Root Canals are not fun. Last night I was under the drill from 5:20 to 8:20. That's right, Dr. Beye worked me over. Annihiliated me. Demolished me. Demoralized me.

I hate the dentist