Saturday, two very good friends of mine were married. I wish them a long life filled with happiness. But in order to do so, I guess I need to tell some embarrassing details as well...
Julie is my old college roommate. She, Nicole and I were part of a gang of misfits that rented not one, but two big old student ghetto houses over the course of two years. She was a great person to live with, and while we put each other through some hell, I consider her to be like a sister to me.
Oliver is a guy that Julie had a crush on well before I met her. When we lived together she talked about him all of the time. One night, about three years out of college, we all went dancing at a rockabilly/swing club in Pontiac, and the two of them were in the same place at the same time. Had it not been for Nicole's urging, they may not have gotten together that night, either. But she kicked Julie in the caboose, and Julie admitted how she felt about him.
A few years later, Oliver proposed to Julie in our backyard, where we were having a BBQ for Julie's birthday. Then... the... long... engagement...
Now, the kids are married, and they're gonna be alright.
Giving props, Oliver is also the very talented guitarist of the hotwalls. Check them out.
2 comments:
Congratulations Julie & Oliver!
Man, you've become the barer of good tidings lately...
who are you & where's alpharat?!
That Julie is HOT. You always have hot ladies on your blog.
Speaking of hot, the hotwalls made me smile and head bounce.
I suppose it's in poor form to ask you for a burn.
They probably need money, and stuff.
Where can one get their music?
And where the hell is Abishag???
Post a Comment