A gathering of ideas, rants, reflections leading up to the big day
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Sunday night after the Super Bowl, FI and I stopped at Risky Business to see if we won any money in our Super Bowl pool (alas, FI was one square off!) and have a drink. After a minute, a man sat down next to us and ordered a Red Stripe. I looked at FI and said "I miss Dante" and he agreed. It really sucks that I had to hire a dj when one of my dearest friends was the best dj in Arizona. It really sucks that the friend who knew I was going to marry FI the first time they met won't be around to see it. Dante, a man of sacrifices, would have really enjoyed the party and I would have ordered a case of Red Stripe just for him. And if it weren't such a piss-ass beer I still would!