I meant to say something before but I wanted to have pictures to show as well. Shawn sent the raw photos and video footage so now I can finally say what I've meant to say for a while.
On September 27, 2003 Brendi and I married. Along with the day my son was born, this was the happiest I have ever been.
My bachelor party was great since a lot of different people were there (John and Roger from school, Justin and Josh who I rarely see, Faisal from my hockey team, Anarchy Sean who I haven't seen since the last LG gig EVER, my brothers in law, my brother from Canada and his friend Nick, Fredpie and Nick from JCS, etc. etc.).
Early the next morning, Ed and I awoke at my parents house with a nice surprise. Not only did we manage to wake up on time, we didn't have the usual symptoms following a night of wanton debauchery. While we searched in vain for menudo, the women were ready to go.
Ludwig provided the music and I had this amazing feeling seeing
everyone walking down the aisle. Brendi wanted to know what my first thought would be when she arrived. All I could think was "beautiful."
Judy and my Mom did the readings. Ed was outstanding and even looked like he was paying attention. We exchanged rings and gave one to Nicky as well. Then we had our first kiss as a married couple. The ceremony was beautiful and I saw things I never thought I'd see before.
We ate, drank, and were very merry. Mimosas were in steady supply and all were happy.
Amidst the many hugs and crying we managed to escape with our friends to the beach. Dinner followed at an awesome place in Sunset Beach (a special place for Brendi and I). Ed and I were still dehydrated from the plentiful Guiness from the night before, so we ordered beverages which Ed aptly termed "Foo Foo Drink." Yes, they were complete with umbrellas.
While walking down the beach is fine, for reasons which still elude me, Brendi decided to head down to the water. Now mind you, it was cold. Very cold. I knew something was up when Brendi abandoned all footwear. We love them but these two crazy chicks decided to go "Hee-hee-heeing" in the ocean.
NOTE: Ed and I have had many discussions about how life has changed since we first met. On day at P.F. Chang's we thought "Wtf were we doing. Look at us now. We're in a fancy place with a couple of hot women. Then, in Santa Barbara we saw our ladies pole dancing together. But now we get wet T-shirt contests!.
After saying goodbye, we went home and exchanged our wedding day gifts to each other. It's amazing how we are alike. We even had the same idea for presents.
Thank you to everyone who attended, especially my brother Leonard who travelled all the way from the Great White North, Judy, Jayme and Shawn from Nevada, my sister Lorraine and her family from Arizona, and Ed and Vicki who made it from Illinois. Brendi and I were so happy that day because you all made it. Thanks to my parents for so much support, love, and having the reception at their house and to Linda for all the help organizing and decorating. In the end we felt the day had gone perfect. Many people came up to us and commented how the ceremony was so beautiful and personal.
Thank you to Jayme and Shawn for all the great wedding pictures. There are so many I wish I could post them all.
Maggie is a trip. I love her lots but...
1.) once in a while I'd like not to be covered in dog spit. She kisses constantly.
2.) geez, newborns don't pee that much during the night.
3.) loose socks and dishrags beware!
4.) she managed to deem the coffee table (right in front of the TV) her resting spot.
5.) if she goes toe to toe with a cat, bet on the cat.
Aside from that, she's the quickest learner and the friendliest dog I've ever met. I know because Brendi said Maggie told her.
Old news but I had to mention---
On 11-8-03 the Warpigs were victorious in their first playoff birth by beating the Leafs 3-1.
On 11-9-03 the Warpigs ended the playoffs losing 1-0 to the Puck Abducters in quadruple overtime.
Yes, I'm a heartless bastard (or some might think so).
A former bandmate of mine is probably dead by way of suicide. While most of us who knew him are all shocked and hurt, I really don't feel anything about it. Sure, it's sad that someone was so depressed that they'd rather be dead, but when I consider everything I knew of this guy, I'm not surprised and definately not sad. I won't bother explaining all the details as most of them are distant past for me, but this guy proved himself to be a complete asshole, a fucking idiot, and a whiny bitch.
Speaking about the dead is supposed to be taboo, but hey, if you treat people like that you'll be remembered for it. Tough shit. Should have thought of that while you were alive, eh?
When I heard that the old "scene" was so heartbroken, I wondered why they supposedly had interest in a guy they talked so much shit about. That particular group of anarchists were filled with so much gossip and politics that most people felt uncomfortable after 10 minutes. For a long time I thought I'd whack this guy over the head with a baseball bat, but I never saw him again. It's almost insulting when people expect me to mourn. Should I feel bad for someone who tried to wreck me and my family? Maybe I'm supposed to, but it isn't happening.
For all the diatribes this guy spoke from the lofty soapbox, it's fucking ridiculous to know he killed himself over a girlfriend dumping him. I guess all that talk of "rage" was just smoke.
I'm working in a "unsavory" part of town, but it's early morning, nothing to fear. Two teenage punks are walking down the street, probably ditching school. I get out, start walking up to a house, cross the path of these two, and notice one is wearing a Litmus Green shirt.
"Litmus Green, I hear they're pretty good," I say.
The kid rolls his eyes, puffs air out the side of his mouth, walks away without saying a word.
Cool man, real cool.