Erin and me were talking earlier this evening and she turned to me and said, “Do you know what 3 weeks from today is?” “No,” I said. “We’re getting married!” she responded.
Holy shit, dude.
It just fucking ran up on me like that. I’ve been thinking so much about paying for the thing and planning the thing that I kind of forgot about the thing itself. So now the question is, how much weirder does it get? Katie and Brian? Timmer and Fancyface? Henkel and Katie? What do you have say for yourselves? Any reflections, advice, or general butter-dickery for me?
My personal prediction: I’m gonna freak out a little more before fliying back to Wisconsin, but once we touch down in Milwaukee we’re going to be so busy that I won’t have time to do anything but pay for things with my credit card and argue with my parents about who’s sitting at what table for the reception.
Fucking Attention: Any fucking motherfucker who hasn’t been fitted for his motherfucking tux yet, get your fucking ass to the fucking Gingiss store and get fit-fucking-ted ASAP. This is my nightmare.
Anyone who hasn’t gotten their hotel room yet, I think the block is closed now, but you could probably still squeeze a room in if you need it.
DUDE, I AM GETTING MARRIED 3 WEEKS FROM TODAY. Do you fuckers not realize what that sentence means?! Do you even comprehend what that entails? You gotta call my ass Mr. Moneypenny now. And I get to call you a ho.
I think I’ll have more to say about this over the next 2 weeks.