Monday, August 28, 2006
Ain't It Just Like the Night, Playing Tricks on You When You're Trying to Be So Quiet?
Just some quick hitters while waiting for a few emails, a particular phonecall, and checking work voicemail every 7-10 minutes...
- The wedding weekend was, well, I don't know. I don't want to say "great" or "fantastic" or "unbelievable," because I'm not sure those words do it justice.
It would be terribly understating it to say that "I had a great time."
So I leave it without words. Because that's how it's left me for the last 16 hours or so.
Oh sure, I had words. Early on in the day, I did. It was the best man toast. And the "theme" of that toast was that love - true love and that which the bride and groom shared - was indescribable with words. I'd like to think my words rang true, for anyone that was there and saw the wedding, the reception, etc. "You already know...it's obvious."
As for the lack of words later on, well, I blame the red wine. But that's a completely different cord of cloth altogether. And the clock on that career is quickly and mercifully approaching its end. T-minus a week or so.
- I do have words for the Red Sox, most of which can be TLBR-translated into "shampoo."
Pert Plus, Pantene, Head & Shoulders, Johnson's Baby (it's tearless), even Vidal Sassoon. Shampoo, shampoo, shampoo.
Thankfully the Patriots will be playing in early September. And, I surmise, with #83 lining up in the slot. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off that ole Lone Ranger, and you don't try to holdout with Scott Pioli and Bill Belichick calling the shots.
- Will have a playlist coming soon. So get those iPods ready.
- The Kevin Arnold/Winnie Cooper reunion of sorts happens tonight around 7 p.m. Will be sure to update that. Other than that, nothing else is new.
Avoid the rain, and if by chance there are two readers in Maui, two things: 1. stop reading this and keep at it... **and** 2. wear sunscreen.
yh&os,
- The wedding weekend was, well, I don't know. I don't want to say "great" or "fantastic" or "unbelievable," because I'm not sure those words do it justice.
It would be terribly understating it to say that "I had a great time."
So I leave it without words. Because that's how it's left me for the last 16 hours or so.
Oh sure, I had words. Early on in the day, I did. It was the best man toast. And the "theme" of that toast was that love - true love and that which the bride and groom shared - was indescribable with words. I'd like to think my words rang true, for anyone that was there and saw the wedding, the reception, etc. "You already know...it's obvious."
As for the lack of words later on, well, I blame the red wine. But that's a completely different cord of cloth altogether. And the clock on that career is quickly and mercifully approaching its end. T-minus a week or so.
- I do have words for the Red Sox, most of which can be TLBR-translated into "shampoo."
Pert Plus, Pantene, Head & Shoulders, Johnson's Baby (it's tearless), even Vidal Sassoon. Shampoo, shampoo, shampoo.
Thankfully the Patriots will be playing in early September. And, I surmise, with #83 lining up in the slot. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask off that ole Lone Ranger, and you don't try to holdout with Scott Pioli and Bill Belichick calling the shots.
- Will have a playlist coming soon. So get those iPods ready.
- The Kevin Arnold/Winnie Cooper reunion of sorts happens tonight around 7 p.m. Will be sure to update that. Other than that, nothing else is new.
Avoid the rain, and if by chance there are two readers in Maui, two things: 1. stop reading this and keep at it... **and** 2. wear sunscreen.
yh&os,
