The more things change
September 9th, 2008
Anxiety Level: 
So it happened and here I am. I keep looking at my hands. Sure there’s a ring on one of the fingers, but nothing else seems different. I was sure that as soon as I proclaimed that I indeed “do”, wrinkles would rush across my face, a pipe would fall in my mouth and I would find myself in the garden, reading a newspaper on a Sunday morning. I was to be ushered into mortgage paying adulthood.
Instead, it’s the butt-crack of dawn and my wife and me are drunkenly trying to sneak into our apartment (so as to not wake the room-mate). We’ve been drinking, smoking, karaoking & Rockbanding. On our adventure Rachel partook in a 40oz. & Clamato, while I snuck rum into the Pepsii purchased at the bar.
I’m still not sure, but I think everything’s going to be just fine.
Entry Filed under: Marrying
3 Comments
Add your own1. cindylu | September 11th, 2008 at 8:59 pm
hah. seems like you guys are going to be fine. i guess the grey and the mortgage will come later.
2. James | September 18th, 2008 at 8:19 am
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3. Diego | October 16th, 2008 at 1:31 am
You’re Gilbert’s brother?
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