Two years ago, on this very day, my dear friends Erich and Jennifer joined hands in marriage. It was a beautiful mid-summer eve, as I stood there beside Erich. His palms were a little clammy, his face tense. One by one, the wonderful bridesmaids waltzed down the isle. As I noticed Erich's slight nervousness, he leaned over to me and asked me to say something funny.
I said asparagus. He started to chuckle.
It wasn't enough though. E needed something else to loosen him up. The quickest thing that came to my mind was the tear Barry Bonds was on at the time. I lean over and tell E that Barry Bonds had 39 home runs, and it wasn't even the All-Star break yet. To this, he was shocked, and we started a mini conversation about the man, Barry Bonds. All of this led up to the time when the lovely Jennifer walked down the isle. From there on, it was all E.
I only babble about this because I love both E and Jennifer like they are family. They have been there for me through tears, joy, pain, and laughter … LOTS of laughter and just some damn good times. Happy anniversary, kids. I miss you.
Had a busy day with work today. Had to sure up some camp and facility issues. I also turned in an article to our Alumni newsletter. I really miss writing, in a journalistic sense. I was never that good at it, but it was something I did enjoy doing. So I had the pleasure of interviewing Vicki Phillips, who was a former NIU gymnast. Something about those gymnasts, I tell ya. Anyway, she's now a Hollywood stunt double, living in Orlando. It was a great interview, and I think the article turned out quite nicely. We shall see. If I'm invited back to do some articles in the future, I suppose that will be a good sign.
So my good buddy Brian Newport is in town. I typically refer to him as jackass, slappy, bunghole or assmonkey, but for now I'll just refer to him as Newpy. I'm taking Tuesday off, and we are going into the city to pick up his brother from the airport. Then it is "Terror in Chicago," as the Newport brothers and I will have free reign of the city, and then wind the day down inside the greatest ballpark in America.
Wednesday night, I'll take these bums out in DeKalb. Should be a good time. Not very often that I get to show off this wonderful town. Ok I lied, this decent town. It's just nice to have some familiar faces in town. So anyone else that is interested, come on up!
The rest of this week is a slack one for me at work. Thursday, Flip and I leave for Raleigh and our buddy Michael Ward's wedding. To those of you in and around the Raleigh area, I apologize ahead of time for not getting up with you, but we are on a pretty tight schedule while we are there. Should be a great time though. It's always nice to get back to the mutha' land, North Carolina.
So if I don't update for a few days, don't cry … Kristen. I know some of you live and breath each word that is typed on this page, but please find a way to survive.
I said asparagus. He started to chuckle.
It wasn't enough though. E needed something else to loosen him up. The quickest thing that came to my mind was the tear Barry Bonds was on at the time. I lean over and tell E that Barry Bonds had 39 home runs, and it wasn't even the All-Star break yet. To this, he was shocked, and we started a mini conversation about the man, Barry Bonds. All of this led up to the time when the lovely Jennifer walked down the isle. From there on, it was all E.
I only babble about this because I love both E and Jennifer like they are family. They have been there for me through tears, joy, pain, and laughter … LOTS of laughter and just some damn good times. Happy anniversary, kids. I miss you.
Had a busy day with work today. Had to sure up some camp and facility issues. I also turned in an article to our Alumni newsletter. I really miss writing, in a journalistic sense. I was never that good at it, but it was something I did enjoy doing. So I had the pleasure of interviewing Vicki Phillips, who was a former NIU gymnast. Something about those gymnasts, I tell ya. Anyway, she's now a Hollywood stunt double, living in Orlando. It was a great interview, and I think the article turned out quite nicely. We shall see. If I'm invited back to do some articles in the future, I suppose that will be a good sign.
So my good buddy Brian Newport is in town. I typically refer to him as jackass, slappy, bunghole or assmonkey, but for now I'll just refer to him as Newpy. I'm taking Tuesday off, and we are going into the city to pick up his brother from the airport. Then it is "Terror in Chicago," as the Newport brothers and I will have free reign of the city, and then wind the day down inside the greatest ballpark in America.
Wednesday night, I'll take these bums out in DeKalb. Should be a good time. Not very often that I get to show off this wonderful town. Ok I lied, this decent town. It's just nice to have some familiar faces in town. So anyone else that is interested, come on up!
The rest of this week is a slack one for me at work. Thursday, Flip and I leave for Raleigh and our buddy Michael Ward's wedding. To those of you in and around the Raleigh area, I apologize ahead of time for not getting up with you, but we are on a pretty tight schedule while we are there. Should be a great time though. It's always nice to get back to the mutha' land, North Carolina.
So if I don't update for a few days, don't cry … Kristen. I know some of you live and breath each word that is typed on this page, but please find a way to survive.
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