Monday, November 11, 2002
Just got off the phone with my brother. We had a great talk. He was pretty depressed when we started the conversation. By the end, I had him laughing and in a better mood and that always makes me feel like I am doing my job as his big brother.
He just spent a WONDERFUL weekend with a girl he met last August. Her name is Nina, short for Katrina, and she is from Ireland. From what Winfield was saying on the phone, she could definitely be in the running as the next possible girlfriend in his life.
Of course I immediatly hated her when I found out that he really likes her.
I am so over protective of him and I don't want any girl fucking with his head.
:-D
He even asked me what I thought about him moving to Ireland after his 4 years with the ARMY is up. I was VEHEMENT about the fact that I would fly to Ireland to punch Nina in the face, if he so chooses to move there to be with her.
My brother is going to come HOME after the ARMY duty is finished. Nuff said.
:(
Ah well. We will play it by ear.
He just left to go back out into the field for a month. He will be back at his apartment on December 13th. GAH! I fucking hate having wonderful conversations with him just to have him go away again for another 4 weeks.
Can I say once again how much I hate the fact that he is in Germany?
In other news, Paul has lost that amazing apartment that we looked at last week. He had to work in Boston on Saturday, when his two future roommates came down to check out the place. They decided that "the neighboorhood was too dangerous". Now granted, I didn't see any white faces on the two blocks that we walked, but who GIVES A SHIT?!?!?!?!?!
The apartment was so WORTH it. Paul NEVER would have given up this apartment if he was here on Saturday. They just told the guy "no" and went to look at other places in the city. From what Mariah told me on the phone earlier, these two girls found a few other possibilities, but all of the places are half the size and come with a massive broker's fee.
I laid it on thick with Paul this morning. I explained to him that these girls were fucking him royally and that he better get on the ball with this or he is going to end up in an apartment the size of a shoebox AND be spending double the amount of money that he would have spent.
Grrrrrrr....I feel horrible for him.
Now, there are 3 other available apartments in the same building as the amazing one. One of them is on the first floor and is almost identical. From what Paul says, it has access to the backyard as well. So he may still get to take that one. But it is all dependent on what happens in the next two days. He will be coming back to the city from Wed-Fri morning to look at some of the new places, but hopefully to put a down payment on this last WONDERFUL apartment.
He was pretty sad when I was talking to him. He may be realizing that these girls aren't going to be right for him, as far as future roommates go.
Whatever, as long as he gets his ass here. We can deal with them later.
Saturday was Jeannie's wedding!
It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever had the pleasure of attending. She was GORGEOUS and the whole event went off without a hitch. Rita and the rest of her family were nothing but love.
Kelly and I left early Saturday morning and took the train to New Jersey. Once there, Rita's boyfriend "Scott" picked us up and we stopped at a cafe for breakfast. The wedding began at 11am and ended around noon. Rita was a STUNNER, let me tell you. The other bridesmaid, Leslie, was also a beauty and both of them rocked the house like it was 1999!
There were about 1,754 pictures taken. I was moved to tears about 17 times during the wedding. I didn't actually let any tears roll down my face until I realized that Rita would be doing the same wedding thing with Scott in the near future. That made me want to hurl. And also sob my brains out.
Speaking of Scott...he was an absolute STUD at the wedding. He is such a perfect person to have at any function. He is willing to help out, so easy to talk to, and funny as shit! Everyone at the wedding just LOVED him. It is impossible to count how many people came up to him and asked him if he was next. Every time someone posed that question when I was around, I would shoot him a dirty look and whisper to him: "You do it, you die!"
Rita is supposed to be MY girl forever!
and ever.
Amen.
The wedding reception was a fucking blast. It started around 12:30pm and that is when we began dumping booze down our throats. Kelly and I must have had 2 bottles of wine, just between the two of us. And that was just during the dinner. The dancing was INSANITY and I made sure to get freaky with both Rita's mom and every available woman in the place. INCLUDING, 5 crazy married women from VA. I can't even explain how nuts the whole thing was, but I can say that it was filled with hysterical laughter, hugs, and the Electric Slide. OF COURSE!
Once Leslie caught the bouquet (THANK GOD!), we all went back to the hotel to continue doing it up! Kelly and I went up to our room to change and smoke a bowl, when the funniest shit in the world happened.
You see...
Kelly and I were pretty drunk when we got to the hotel. When we got to our room, we both SQUEALED like little girlie pigs and went running through the place. We were out of our minds. We were jumping on the beds, climbing up the walls, and basically just acting like 13 year old children. At one point, I took a piece of the curtain and slammed it into her face. I screamed "DUCK!" and slammed it right onto her glasses, which in turn, smashed right into her eye. She then slapped me SO HARD right across the face.
We both sat there stunned for a minute, not understanding how things had gotten so out of control.
It was just about the funniest thing I have ever seen.
Kelly and Joe go CRAZY in their hotel room until they slap eachother to calm down.
It worked. We were much more behaved after that.
Finally, we met up with Rita and the rest of the gang, and joined the rest of the crowd at the party. We OWNED that hotel lobby until about 12am. Rita's mom and sister in law, stayed up with us and were just about the MOST fun. God, there must have been 10 of us crowded around a little table, all talking at the same time: yelling, laughing, going out of our minds.
Man...it sounds hectic, I know.
And it was!
I have never had so much fun!!!
Kelly and I went back to the room around 12am and continued to stay up and drink and talk. I think we finally passed out around 3am only to get back out of bed at 9am for breakfast.
It was an unbelievable whirlwind for everyone involved.
Kelly was the PERFECT date. She was fun, easy, and brought tons of cash! hahahaha!
If I had it to do over again, I would bring her. She made me very proud.
Rita's family is absolutely beautiful. They were ALL nice to us, giving us hugs, and inviting us over for dinner.
Her one aunt, in particular, Maribeth, was a God send. She was SO funny and did nothing, but take Kelly and I under her wing for the entire party. As Rita had explained to me prior to the event, "Maribeth's family is like one you will never meet."
They are that perfect.
SO yeah! The whole thing was a raging success. Rita, Kelly, and I spent yesterday trying to detox. I think Rita slept for 12 hours last night and I KNOW that I had at least 12 diarrhea shits. Kelly still feels like garbage today. I am not kidding when I say that we DID IT UP! 15 hours of drinking, dancing, and debauchery. That'll get ya every time!
I would do it again this weekend, if I could.
UGH!
Okay...I just got off the phone with Paul again. I gotta go help him with some apartment bullshit.
I can't wait until he is just here already!
He just spent a WONDERFUL weekend with a girl he met last August. Her name is Nina, short for Katrina, and she is from Ireland. From what Winfield was saying on the phone, she could definitely be in the running as the next possible girlfriend in his life.
Of course I immediatly hated her when I found out that he really likes her.
I am so over protective of him and I don't want any girl fucking with his head.
:-D
He even asked me what I thought about him moving to Ireland after his 4 years with the ARMY is up. I was VEHEMENT about the fact that I would fly to Ireland to punch Nina in the face, if he so chooses to move there to be with her.
My brother is going to come HOME after the ARMY duty is finished. Nuff said.
:(
Ah well. We will play it by ear.
He just left to go back out into the field for a month. He will be back at his apartment on December 13th. GAH! I fucking hate having wonderful conversations with him just to have him go away again for another 4 weeks.
Can I say once again how much I hate the fact that he is in Germany?
In other news, Paul has lost that amazing apartment that we looked at last week. He had to work in Boston on Saturday, when his two future roommates came down to check out the place. They decided that "the neighboorhood was too dangerous". Now granted, I didn't see any white faces on the two blocks that we walked, but who GIVES A SHIT?!?!?!?!?!
The apartment was so WORTH it. Paul NEVER would have given up this apartment if he was here on Saturday. They just told the guy "no" and went to look at other places in the city. From what Mariah told me on the phone earlier, these two girls found a few other possibilities, but all of the places are half the size and come with a massive broker's fee.
I laid it on thick with Paul this morning. I explained to him that these girls were fucking him royally and that he better get on the ball with this or he is going to end up in an apartment the size of a shoebox AND be spending double the amount of money that he would have spent.
Grrrrrrr....I feel horrible for him.
Now, there are 3 other available apartments in the same building as the amazing one. One of them is on the first floor and is almost identical. From what Paul says, it has access to the backyard as well. So he may still get to take that one. But it is all dependent on what happens in the next two days. He will be coming back to the city from Wed-Fri morning to look at some of the new places, but hopefully to put a down payment on this last WONDERFUL apartment.
He was pretty sad when I was talking to him. He may be realizing that these girls aren't going to be right for him, as far as future roommates go.
Whatever, as long as he gets his ass here. We can deal with them later.
Saturday was Jeannie's wedding!
It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever had the pleasure of attending. She was GORGEOUS and the whole event went off without a hitch. Rita and the rest of her family were nothing but love.
Kelly and I left early Saturday morning and took the train to New Jersey. Once there, Rita's boyfriend "Scott" picked us up and we stopped at a cafe for breakfast. The wedding began at 11am and ended around noon. Rita was a STUNNER, let me tell you. The other bridesmaid, Leslie, was also a beauty and both of them rocked the house like it was 1999!
There were about 1,754 pictures taken. I was moved to tears about 17 times during the wedding. I didn't actually let any tears roll down my face until I realized that Rita would be doing the same wedding thing with Scott in the near future. That made me want to hurl. And also sob my brains out.
Speaking of Scott...he was an absolute STUD at the wedding. He is such a perfect person to have at any function. He is willing to help out, so easy to talk to, and funny as shit! Everyone at the wedding just LOVED him. It is impossible to count how many people came up to him and asked him if he was next. Every time someone posed that question when I was around, I would shoot him a dirty look and whisper to him: "You do it, you die!"
Rita is supposed to be MY girl forever!
and ever.
Amen.
The wedding reception was a fucking blast. It started around 12:30pm and that is when we began dumping booze down our throats. Kelly and I must have had 2 bottles of wine, just between the two of us. And that was just during the dinner. The dancing was INSANITY and I made sure to get freaky with both Rita's mom and every available woman in the place. INCLUDING, 5 crazy married women from VA. I can't even explain how nuts the whole thing was, but I can say that it was filled with hysterical laughter, hugs, and the Electric Slide. OF COURSE!
Once Leslie caught the bouquet (THANK GOD!), we all went back to the hotel to continue doing it up! Kelly and I went up to our room to change and smoke a bowl, when the funniest shit in the world happened.
You see...
Kelly and I were pretty drunk when we got to the hotel. When we got to our room, we both SQUEALED like little girlie pigs and went running through the place. We were out of our minds. We were jumping on the beds, climbing up the walls, and basically just acting like 13 year old children. At one point, I took a piece of the curtain and slammed it into her face. I screamed "DUCK!" and slammed it right onto her glasses, which in turn, smashed right into her eye. She then slapped me SO HARD right across the face.
We both sat there stunned for a minute, not understanding how things had gotten so out of control.
It was just about the funniest thing I have ever seen.
Kelly and Joe go CRAZY in their hotel room until they slap eachother to calm down.
It worked. We were much more behaved after that.
Finally, we met up with Rita and the rest of the gang, and joined the rest of the crowd at the party. We OWNED that hotel lobby until about 12am. Rita's mom and sister in law, stayed up with us and were just about the MOST fun. God, there must have been 10 of us crowded around a little table, all talking at the same time: yelling, laughing, going out of our minds.
Man...it sounds hectic, I know.
And it was!
I have never had so much fun!!!
Kelly and I went back to the room around 12am and continued to stay up and drink and talk. I think we finally passed out around 3am only to get back out of bed at 9am for breakfast.
It was an unbelievable whirlwind for everyone involved.
Kelly was the PERFECT date. She was fun, easy, and brought tons of cash! hahahaha!
If I had it to do over again, I would bring her. She made me very proud.
Rita's family is absolutely beautiful. They were ALL nice to us, giving us hugs, and inviting us over for dinner.
Her one aunt, in particular, Maribeth, was a God send. She was SO funny and did nothing, but take Kelly and I under her wing for the entire party. As Rita had explained to me prior to the event, "Maribeth's family is like one you will never meet."
They are that perfect.
SO yeah! The whole thing was a raging success. Rita, Kelly, and I spent yesterday trying to detox. I think Rita slept for 12 hours last night and I KNOW that I had at least 12 diarrhea shits. Kelly still feels like garbage today. I am not kidding when I say that we DID IT UP! 15 hours of drinking, dancing, and debauchery. That'll get ya every time!
I would do it again this weekend, if I could.
UGH!
Okay...I just got off the phone with Paul again. I gotta go help him with some apartment bullshit.
I can't wait until he is just here already!
