I am just full of lists these days. Thus, an addendum to Sarah-birthday posting, in the form of a cautionary tale:
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It's 11:30 on Saturday night. We've been at Sue and Mike's since 1, playing beer die, eating, talking, playing beer die. I'm tired. It's time to go. Everyone's drunk but me. I'm tired. We MUNI-ed over, so Sarah lets me drive her car home. I drop her off first. We then get our house. Yay, sweet home! I walk up to the door. Bryan balks. Why balking, Bryan?
Bryan put the keys in his backpack. Bryan put the backpack in Sue and Mike's guest room. Bryan didn't take it back out.
Allyson is very sad. Allyson and Bryan get back into Sarah's car to drive the 25 minutes back to Sue and Mike's. Sarah's car is nearly out of gas. We must thus stop to refill. I see that Bryan is putting premium gas into Sarah's car. What a guy. Why premium, Bryan?
"Nothing but the bottom of the barrel!" Bryan says, grinning widely.
We soldier on in this car not my own, now thrilled to be filled with the best gas money can buy, but perhpas confused by incorrectly used cliches. See, I am very bad with directions. I get very lost without a map or someone to direct me, unless I've driven the route myself at least a handful of times. Just one of those things in life you eventually learn to accept about yourself. So here we are, crossing through the park. Which lane, Bryan? Which one? Bryan is busy with his cell phone. Bryan is listening to messages from earlier that day, when he was busy playing beer die. We're in the wrong lane and we miss the turn. Somehow, we nearly end up on Golden Gate Bridge.
Forty minutes, fumbling through Sarah's glove compartment, and a few shouting matches later, we arrive back at Sue and Mike's for the keys. They're thrilled to see us! Back so soon?
Deja vu sets in as we traverse the city back to our little Glen Park abode one last time that evening.
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I'm not sure what the moral of that story is, but it does make me giggle. Though I almost wish there were more unfortunate incidents to include. I'm a glutton for silly stories, I guess.
And despite all this, the wedding is still on. I love you honey!
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It's 11:30 on Saturday night. We've been at Sue and Mike's since 1, playing beer die, eating, talking, playing beer die. I'm tired. It's time to go. Everyone's drunk but me. I'm tired. We MUNI-ed over, so Sarah lets me drive her car home. I drop her off first. We then get our house. Yay, sweet home! I walk up to the door. Bryan balks. Why balking, Bryan?
Bryan put the keys in his backpack. Bryan put the backpack in Sue and Mike's guest room. Bryan didn't take it back out.
Allyson is very sad. Allyson and Bryan get back into Sarah's car to drive the 25 minutes back to Sue and Mike's. Sarah's car is nearly out of gas. We must thus stop to refill. I see that Bryan is putting premium gas into Sarah's car. What a guy. Why premium, Bryan?
"Nothing but the bottom of the barrel!" Bryan says, grinning widely.
We soldier on in this car not my own, now thrilled to be filled with the best gas money can buy, but perhpas confused by incorrectly used cliches. See, I am very bad with directions. I get very lost without a map or someone to direct me, unless I've driven the route myself at least a handful of times. Just one of those things in life you eventually learn to accept about yourself. So here we are, crossing through the park. Which lane, Bryan? Which one? Bryan is busy with his cell phone. Bryan is listening to messages from earlier that day, when he was busy playing beer die. We're in the wrong lane and we miss the turn. Somehow, we nearly end up on Golden Gate Bridge.
Forty minutes, fumbling through Sarah's glove compartment, and a few shouting matches later, we arrive back at Sue and Mike's for the keys. They're thrilled to see us! Back so soon?
Deja vu sets in as we traverse the city back to our little Glen Park abode one last time that evening.
- - - - -
I'm not sure what the moral of that story is, but it does make me giggle. Though I almost wish there were more unfortunate incidents to include. I'm a glutton for silly stories, I guess.
And despite all this, the wedding is still on. I love you honey!
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