Corner Booth

Somehow...somehow I knew that last post would come back to haunt me. I figured it would be that the day before the wedding I would have to write and announce my utter failure. It turns out I did get a date though, and i was planning on writing about how I had upgraded...but then I read a comment on my message board. It went a little something like this,
"Thanks chief...this makes me feel good. Way to cop out and ask a friend :) just joking...looking forward to going to the wedding with ya!"
posted by Jen : 11:12 AM
First...I would like to thank Rex for linking me to his site "Lost...and Gone Forever" so that Jen could read that ... I owe ya buddy. Secondly, this was not a cop out. My plan was to get Jen to the wedding, get her in that "buzzed wedding mood," then ask her to run away with me to Alaska and start a litter of eskimos. We would feed them only baby seals and orca blubber and train them as one would train a snow dog (I know how to do that from Cuba Gooding Jr's heart-breaking performance in a little cutting-edge film aptly named "Snow Dogs.") We would ride them back home to the 'nati and enter into the Flying Pig marathon. I would go around and collect donations, because people would pay good money to see a pack of eskimo children run for hours while pulling their cigarette smoking, beer drinking father on a sled behind them. Then, after the race I would give all the donations to an animal shelter that specializes in preserving the lives of little three-legged puppies. In short, I do not take responsibility for my previous post. It was part of an ellaborate plan to save the lives of the tri-ped infantile canine's of the world. By allowing Jen to read this post, Rex has destroyed my plan and the lives of those poor little bastards...and...and...and even I'm confused at this point. Bottom line: Jen and I are gonna have fun at the wedding, but if there are no more posts after this, it's because I'm living in Nome. (Which may be the best thing for all of us).
Much Love,
Bo