Every summer I'm invited to a bunch of weddings, and I go to them and have a bunch of stories. Well, this summer, I've been invited to a few weddings. Unfortunately, my buddies in Minnesota as well as North and South Dakota are mostly finished getting married for the moment. By NYU Boys are just starting. My Colorado Gang is starting to get hitched this summer.
I hoped to attend a few, but this year, it's going to be a one-and-done deal. I'll hit Dirty Mike's Royal Flushing Extravaganza, then I have about a week of effing around and then I'm shipping of to the Republic of Korea where I'll start my teaching career.
I hate to miss a party, but I'll be forced to skip Thunder's, Stench's and my cousin's wedding. I feel like I'm forgetting somebody, and I'm sorry. I've been hit in the head way too many times.
So I'm about an hour and a half from walking to the bus stop so I can catch a crappy flight from Denver to NYC. I'll do my best not to nearly cripple myself like I did a few years ago, especially since I don't have health insurance any more.
I don't really know when I'll be coming back to the States, but don't wait to fall in love friends, family and fans. You certainly don't need me to enjoy a successful marriage. Or anything else for that matter.
Take it sleazy and congratulations.