2nd post. Getting engaged and stuff.
Wow, it's good to see that I'm still on some peoples' bloglines and Scotty Win is still checking in. I think I will hide this from the Mrs. for a little while. I want to see how long it takes her to find it. I might have to just tell her eventually because I know she stopped checking the other blog a long time ago.
I have sat down to write the "wedding" post several times but am not getting anywhere.
Whatever you get right now is going to be the wedding post, or at least the first wedding post if it gets too long:
Eight months ago we had just gone to bed and somehow another fight got started about us not being engaged/married:
Her: "WHEN ARE WE GETTING ENGAGED?!"
Me: "I DON'T KNOW!"
Her: "WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?!"
Me: "I DON'T KNOW!"
Her: "SO WHEN ARE WE GETTING ENGAGED?!"
Me: "I DON'T KNOW!"
Her: "YOU'VE HAD THAT RING FOR TWO YEARS!"
Me: "I KNOW!"
Her: "SO?"
Me: "FINE, HERE!"
( Brick gets up, gets ring from dresser, puts it on her finger)
Her: "So we're engaged now?
Me: "Yes, can I go to sleep now?"
Her: "wtf?"
And that was that. Actually, that wasn't that, because I couldn't actually go to sleep. I think we talked for another hour and I was informed that I didn't provide her with an appropriate engagement and how now she didn't have a romantic engagement story to tell. Too bad. "We were fighting in bed and he put the ring on my finger" will have to suffice.
The next day she went into wedding planning overdrive. I proceeded to do nothing:
Her: "Do you even care about this wedding? I might as well be getting married to myself because you don't even care."
Me: "You know how there are 2,145 'bride' magazines and exactly zero 'groom' magazines? There's a reason for that."
That pretty much sums up February to September. The one thing I did do during this time, however, was bonus-whore my ass off and make $5,200 to help pay for the wedding. I would frequently remind her of this during each of our many "you're not doing anything for the wedding" fights. It helped me quite a bit that the figure steadily grew and that I only committed myself to making $3,000.
It's a good thing we got married when we did because everything basically dried up after the wedding and the online casinos started banning Americans.
So, for seven months Mrs. Brick basically spent every free minute of her time on theknot.com. Did I mention I did nothing? She picked out the bridesmaid dresses, ordered them and sent them back because she didn't like them before I even told my parents we were engaged.
I was given the responsibility of organizing the rehearsal dinner, getting the cake, and, of course, the tuxes. Did I mention I did nothing?
Her: "What's up with the cake?"
Me: "Dude, the wedding's not for four months, why don't you chill the fuck out?"
Her: "What's up with the cake?"
Me: "Dude, the wedding's not until this afternoon, why don't you chill the fuck out?"
When she assigned the responsibility of getting the cake I politely told her: "Well, then we might not have a cake."
She ended up arranging for the cake because I did nothing.
It didn't really hit me that we were getting married until about five days before the wedding when her family came. It was like this giant, Portuguese brouhaha. Also, I actually started doing stuff.
Coming tomorrow:
-Portuguese brouhaha.
-Me doing stuff.
I have sat down to write the "wedding" post several times but am not getting anywhere.
Whatever you get right now is going to be the wedding post, or at least the first wedding post if it gets too long:
Eight months ago we had just gone to bed and somehow another fight got started about us not being engaged/married:
Her: "WHEN ARE WE GETTING ENGAGED?!"
Me: "I DON'T KNOW!"
Her: "WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?!"
Me: "I DON'T KNOW!"
Her: "SO WHEN ARE WE GETTING ENGAGED?!"
Me: "I DON'T KNOW!"
Her: "YOU'VE HAD THAT RING FOR TWO YEARS!"
Me: "I KNOW!"
Her: "SO?"
Me: "FINE, HERE!"
( Brick gets up, gets ring from dresser, puts it on her finger)
Her: "So we're engaged now?
Me: "Yes, can I go to sleep now?"
Her: "wtf?"
And that was that. Actually, that wasn't that, because I couldn't actually go to sleep. I think we talked for another hour and I was informed that I didn't provide her with an appropriate engagement and how now she didn't have a romantic engagement story to tell. Too bad. "We were fighting in bed and he put the ring on my finger" will have to suffice.
The next day she went into wedding planning overdrive. I proceeded to do nothing:
Her: "Do you even care about this wedding? I might as well be getting married to myself because you don't even care."
Me: "You know how there are 2,145 'bride' magazines and exactly zero 'groom' magazines? There's a reason for that."
That pretty much sums up February to September. The one thing I did do during this time, however, was bonus-whore my ass off and make $5,200 to help pay for the wedding. I would frequently remind her of this during each of our many "you're not doing anything for the wedding" fights. It helped me quite a bit that the figure steadily grew and that I only committed myself to making $3,000.
It's a good thing we got married when we did because everything basically dried up after the wedding and the online casinos started banning Americans.
So, for seven months Mrs. Brick basically spent every free minute of her time on theknot.com. Did I mention I did nothing? She picked out the bridesmaid dresses, ordered them and sent them back because she didn't like them before I even told my parents we were engaged.
I was given the responsibility of organizing the rehearsal dinner, getting the cake, and, of course, the tuxes. Did I mention I did nothing?
Her: "What's up with the cake?"
Me: "Dude, the wedding's not for four months, why don't you chill the fuck out?"
Her: "What's up with the cake?"
Me: "Dude, the wedding's not until this afternoon, why don't you chill the fuck out?"
When she assigned the responsibility of getting the cake I politely told her: "Well, then we might not have a cake."
She ended up arranging for the cake because I did nothing.
It didn't really hit me that we were getting married until about five days before the wedding when her family came. It was like this giant, Portuguese brouhaha. Also, I actually started doing stuff.
Coming tomorrow:
-Portuguese brouhaha.
-Me doing stuff.
posted by Brick at 9:12 AM
1 Comments:
Way to leave the reader wanting more. I can't wait for the brouhaha, even though I think I experienced it first-hand. I experience most of the stuff in this blog first-hand though, don't I? Well except for the proposal.
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