Thanks to Dell, I can't post images from the holidays. So, the hell with it. I'll just write about it.
Christmas was in Miami. I proposed, we went to MGM Studios then Epcot. Yay! I got to meet every relative and friend of the family imaginable. I wore linen. I ate as much of the roasted pig (whole, with the head still on it) as possible. Otherwise, I ate extremely healthy.
New Year's Eve...Houston, at Jazz-z Blues with Blaise and Michelle. All black club. It was like that scene in 'Weird Science.' Wonderful band, soul food buffet, champagne flowed. I felt safe and at home...the club was warm, the music was funky and the food was, well...legit soul food. I ate up a plate and jetted like Bookman.
My six-month review is in 9 days. I'm nervous and I know, somehow, I'm not going to see a raise, even though the cost of living has jumped in SA. I just want a cost of living increase, or I have to ditch my health insurance, sell my car and buy a bike. Many of you may know, and Kiche, correct me if I'm wrong, but the mentally ill without meds riding bicycles...it's a sign of something bad. Besides, I wanna get married in a year. It's going to be in Miami. If you wanna come, you gotta buy your own ticket and rent a tux. Or wear a nice dress.
rick [email] said at 4:23 PM 01-08-2003: You do not need to rent a tuxedo. You need to buy a t-shirt that has a tuxedo design painted onto it. Make sure your jeans are black and your Vans or Chuck Taylors are black too.
Also, do not offer the bride and groom sips from your flask unless it is champagne that did not come from a bottle with a screw-top.
rick [email] said at 4:30 PM 01-08-2003: Have you selected the first song y'all will dance to?
I once joked to a friend who was about to get married that as he and his fiance danced their first dance, I would dump a cooler full of Gatorade over them a la NFL ( he was a football fan). Even though, I was half-joking, the bride-to-be looked at me coldly and said without emotion or irony, "I'll hunt you down and kill you."
milky [email] said at 4:45 PM 01-08-2003: "HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE"
I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And it's me you need to show ....
How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest darkest hour
You're my saviour when I fall
And you may not think
I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
And it's me you need to show ....
How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?) ......
milky [email] said at 4:55 PM 01-08-2003: Bow-tie, maybe a custom tux, as I have always wanted one. Something pimp. Not powder blue or tan. Black ONLY.
milky [email] said at 2:05 PM 01-09-2003: I'm going to end up looking like a K-Mart James Bond at my wedding, my suit will be so cheap. Mark my words.
I want a cheap wedding. TReally.
BUT--There will be an INCREDIBLE OPEN BAR. I know this much. When I get a date set, I'll ask all of you who wants to go and I can make invitations and confirm how much liquor to request.
ed [email] said at 7:18 PM 01-07-2003: Well, so much for my attempt at humor. Imagine a drawing of Vishnu above the text, there. Much funnier, don'tcha think?
cricket [email] said at 5:32 PM 01-08-2003: has any girl ever commented to you boys on how incredibly frightening you can all be?
i mean of course it is due to your overpowering masculinity and superhuman strength....
but still. you're scary.
milky [email] said at 5:36 PM 01-08-2003: I think "foolish, stupid and cowardly" was about all anyone ever used to describe me. "Scary" was sometimes used to describe my behavior.
kiche [email] said at 9:54 PM 01-08-2003: i am very aware that people find me frightening. except i always thought it had something to do with my demands to have a temple erected in my NAME.
thanks for clearing up the misconceptions, cricket.
brandon [email] said at 10:53 AM 01-09-2003: His parents made him ride his bike from our house - near O'Neil Lane - to BRHS everyday for a while for some unknown reason. I always felt sorry for him, yet was secretly sort of impressed. That 8 mile bike ride included a mile on S. Harrell's Ferry: no shoulder, blind curves; large trucks sneaking around restricted roads and neighborhoods.
milky [email] said at 11:07 AM 01-09-2003: That guy was incredicly strong. He survived many a bike accident with injuries and just kept on.
I just wish he was in a better place right now. He tried _really_ hard in college...almost, _almost_ realised his goal. It sucks that he's where he is now.
I do blame his parents, to some extent.
cricket [email] said at 7:13 PM 01-09-2003: who are ya'll talking about? andrew h? he's not my friend the painter is he? where did he go? an asylum or are you making him up? and kiche-de nada. if you every need clarification over the mysteries of the world or the female mind just come to me.... HA!
milky [email] said at 7:16 PM 01-09-2003: the same andrew h, I think. Blond haired, blue-eyed cat...you thinking of the same? his last name rhymes with "ice" or "rice."
