Song: The Jazz Mandolin Project - Barber's Hint

I ran a total of 12 miles last week. It's funny cause I think that is an accomplishment even though I used to average 25-30 miles per week when I was 12.

Wow..I was hard-core.
posted by David on 7/02/2003 12:02:00 PM

Song: In Our Defense - The Academy

OK, So I am back from the wedding in New Jersey. Like I said in my last post..I actually didn't mind that she was getting married..it was just weird. I mean, for the first 17 years of my life both our families planned for us to get married. I guess the best way to sum up the trip is describing it like a Wonder Years episode. I was Fred Savage and I continually had an inner monologue of emotion and thoughts going. It is almost if Winney Cooper was getting married to some guy much older. (It's not exactly like that since I haven't had anything for the bride for a while now...but you get the point.)

Picture this. I am standing around with Isaac at the reception and the groom walks up to me. He is 6 or 7 years older then me but I remember him from when my family used to visit the area when I was younger. Anyway, he says hi and we shake hands. Then the conversation went like this:

"Who are you are again?"
"David."
"David who?"
"Rauch."
"Ahh yeah, I remember you from a long time ago."
"Right, we used to visit. Cool."
"Hey.."
"What's up?"
"Four creams and two sugars..."
"......"
"get me some coffee all right?"
"Umm.....ok."

Can you imagine the inner monologue I had going on then. I mean, what a prick. I wanted to like him and all..but geeze.... My theory is that he knew who I was and that it was a way of further showing that "he won."....or it could have been a coincidence.

In hindsight I have thought of lots of good things I could /should have said. Dangit, it always happens that way. For instance I could have said

"haha..you're kidding right?"
"Isn't that what your new wife is for?"
or
"Prick says what?"

Oh well. So, I actually made the coffee. I mean..it was his party and stuff.

I spit in it.

No, I didn't..but I didn't give it to him either. He was busy being the groom at a reception so I just left it on the table and exited the area. Then, I sort of took aim at his face when it was time to throw rice. I know, I know..it was kind of juvenile ..but it just sort of happened that way. Oh, I forgot to unwrap the rice too so it was still in it's little bag with ribbon.

Yeah..so that's my little wedding story.

Someday I am going to fix that comment box. Oh yes, I will. Just wait.
posted by David on 7/01/2003 05:07:00 PM