in november of 1999, we were on our minimoon up in the north of napa. we were in the market for a winerack, something to hold the once modest collection that has ballooned to over 5 cases in the months leading up to the wedding, as well the 3 cases we'd picked & chosen in the few days since the wedding.

you wont beleive what you're seeing. this is some insane blurring of the digital-meatspace barrier. where does shot-footage end and digital manipulation begin? and more importantly, now that the line at which we tell anymore is finally here, are you ok just going along for the ride? nothing can ever be real anymore if anything can be seamlessly tweeked into a new peice. I like it. I *really* focking like it. But it makes me clammour for some discussion.

To [BEST MAN]...

ok, YOU know - and everyone herein knows - that EITHER of these geographic choices will afford [GROOMS NAME REMOVED] (and us) a night or 3 we'll not soon forget. But something is also telling me that the overall expenditure to get our asses out to Vegas, laid-up in a nice hotel, 2 nights at Crazy Hor$e, knocked-up with good junk for 2 to 3 nights, bail money for [GROOMSMAN'S NAME REMOVED], gambling juice, and all the other criteria that you OWE Vegas... after all THAT is said & done... i am thinking a flight down south to the god DAMN panhandle of the MISS... to shake mine and all a y'alls' asses for 3 straight days of thick boozy JAM JAZZ... might just be the single BEST itinerary that MOST of us find the sexiest.

I dunno. many its just me. But if we're going to loft [GROOMS NAME REMOVED] up as high as we can, and see him off to the nether-region with memories he'll NEVER be able to communicate to another human being who wasnt there... i mean, if thats why we're doing this... then shouldnt we paint a masterpeice?

I vote LOOSEE ANNA

cork the wine, maan. just finish this glass and cork that shit up.

first, the cough: ITS GONE!

seannarae

this is a response to my aunt geri and uncle fred. they were wondering if were had returned from our honeymoon safe & sound. see, geri & fred played a massive role in our honeymoon in that they booted us up to Business Class on the flight there and the flight back. But this response was to be copy pasted to whomever was fool enough to ask what we did for 3 honeymoon weeks down there.

This was an idea i had for a contest for the wealthy. each contestant had 88 hours to travel the globe. they had to start from and end at the same airport. and they could not spend more then 20 minutes in any airport - which means they must book & purchase travel for ANY flight going their direction.

they could not 'plan' their routes with the assistance of travel agents. they could only book travel a la carte on whatever carrier going to whatever airports along their path around the globe. again, this is a ton of money we're talking about - you have to purchase airfare AT THE GATE basically. And you have 88 hours to get your ass around the world.