Wow... I must really love him.... ...yeah, that's him in the powder-blue-Karate-Kid tuxedo. I must admit, he was truly within the definition of "formal" attire.
So he tells me that the priest walked up to him and said: "Son, I really like your tuxedo!"
Husband: "Thank you, Father. Can I ask you a favor?"
Priest: "What is it, son?"
Husband: "Can you talk to my wife about forgiveness?" (insert laughter here)
FYI - the tux is still at the dry cleaner's. I'm hoping he forgets to pick it up. Don't they donate clothes that are left after a certain period of time? Hahaha!
These are my girls and our other halves...(minus Keith, where was he? Darn! We never were able to get a picture of the 12 of us that day. And look at my hubby - always a character when we take pictures - ay yah yay!)
The last time we were all together was at Jane's wedding 2 years ago. I love these girls. We're family, we're always there for one another and we'd do anything for each other. Anything. The guys nicknamed us "Voltron" because of the way we join together. Seriously, when united we BU girls form a powerful team that can kick ass and take over the world, if that's what we feel like doing that day:
Em - my first dearest friend at BU. She lives all the way in CT. She's the one who stays calm through anything. Seriously, anything. If you've got a problem, she's got the solution. Period. If you don't like what she has to say then, "Eh!"
Memorable Moments: (1) "I'm flying!" (Freshman year, wow, so long ago!); (2) The story of her and her brother when they were kids, "...He put his finger in, but he couldn't take it out!" (It sounds dirty, but I swear it isn't); (3) When Jane & I ruined a tender moment by, ahem, tackling Em and her new hubby with a big fat hug on the dance floor. (We didn't believe it until we saw it on video.)
Denisesee - met her through Em. A true New Yorker down to the core. She's a little dyslexic (ex: loft instead of loaf, opium instead of opal, whining instead of weaning) but that's what makes her so unique and we love her even more for it. After meeting some of her childhood friends we realized that she didn't talk funny after all, it turns out that most people who grew up in New York's Chinatown area have that same accent (hahaha!) The two of us have a special bond that none of our other friends have...let's just say it has something to do with celebrating special bathroom experiences. Even though she's all the way in NY, I still cherish the texts, voicemails or emails that only she or I can appreciate.
Memorable moments: (1) Rushing home between classes to watch Animaniacs; (2) Vodka and head banging to "My Sharona"; (3) "Where's the cake?" (I still laugh so hard that my stomach hurts!)
Princess neeliE - our mediator. She's the one who can listen to any side of a story and give honest and unbiased feedback. She truly lives by the motto I started back in college: "Say what you mean, mean what you say" and is the only person I know that can tactfully tell it like it is, without hurting your feelings. We lived together for three years in college and those were the best three years we had at BU! Her facial expressions alone can make you laugh so hard that you might pee your pants! Even though we only live about an hour apart, we don't see each other nearly as much as we should. But when we do - it's always a blast! We used to play phone-tag for weeks and weeks, but lately we've been pretty lucky and have been able to squeeze in phone calls during our morning or afternoon commutes.
Memorable moments: (1) Seeing her make a snow angel for the first time; (2) Laughing so hard together, on the T with all the girls, that she literally peed her pants; (3) Playing roulette in Vegas, at Cathy's Bachelorette Weekend, and winning big time!
Jane-dangle-ahgatay - where do I begin? This girl is my rock. She lives in Northern Cali, but that doesn't stop us from talking to each other frequently during the week. And both of us talk a lot... really, A LOT. She's got stories to tell, lots of them - and no matter who she's imitating, they all sound the same. One of our favorites was her imitation of her father, and the infamous quote, "Stop. Think about it. Come back." She always finds a way to make you laugh - sometimes without even trying. No matter what you're going through, she's there, unconditionally. She's all heart and I absolutely love her for that.
I already shared one memorable moment, so if I had to pick only two others, they would have to be:
(1) In college, at a club, an Indian guy stopped her as we walked from the bar to the dance floor,
Indian guy: "Hey, are you Indian?"
Jane: "Yeah."
Indian guy: "So where are you from?"
Jane: "Africa, mother-*bleep*, where else would I be from? Duh, India!"
(Oh my gosh, that one never gets old!)
(2) Our epiphany at her wedding reception. Through the years, when we would go clubbing, girlfriend would bust out some funky moves, all by herself, where she would flail her arms about. We just figured it was a goofy Jane thing. Then on her wedding day, at the wedding reception, we saw her 100+ family members doing those same moves and looking awesome. We then realized, (gasp!), "so that's what it's supposed to look like!" Wow. It was bad ass.
Cathy-with-a-"C" - my little sister and bestestest friend in the whole wide world and beyond. Other than our hubbies, we pretty much complete each other. It's scary how close we are - it seems like whenever we think of the other - our phone rings or we get a text message. We've been through thick and thin, and everything imaginable in between. (However it nearly killed me when her guy told me that he was going to propose and I couldn't share it with her!) We can say things to each other that we wouldn't dare say to anyone else. We share things with each other that we will take to our graves. If we need anything from the other, consider it done, no questions asked. It's cheeseball, but really, "Life made us friends, Love made us sisters."
Memorable moments: (1) Our Thanksgiving in Miami where it took us at least half an hour, each time, to realize when we were in a gay cafe, on a gay beach, or in a gay club; (2) Our Spring Break trip to Hawaii - if you get the chance watch the wedding video, I share this one in my toast; (3) Grabbing her ass to get her attention when we were at The Bank Nightclub in Vegas... She turned around and said, "Stop grabbing my ass!", to which I calmly replied, "Girl, the first time you felt someone grab your ass, it wasn't me!", I wish I had my camera to take a picture of her face at that exact moment. Hmmm, no wonder she didn't turn around the first time!
