Can anyone name that song in the title? Anywho, the rehersal and rehersal dinner went off without any major hitches (the Major Hitching is scheduled for tomorrow.) Tomorrow I should be all married and leaving the next day for points unknown (for Meg anyway.) Wish me luck! Expect more entries in July.
Have you ever woken up and felt like your mouth changed shape over night? For some reason, I feel like my top right incisor got sharper and started to point out more, cause every time I move my upper lip it keeps getting cut on my freakishly sharp tooth. I have never noticed this phenomenon before. So either my cheek used to be tougher, my teeth recently got sharper, or the angle of my teeth shifted in sleep. It has to be on of those 3 because I don't remember being bitten by a werewolf any time recently, and even if I had been, the full moon is not until the begining of July.
So, we made an offer on House #1. This house listed at $189,400. With FHA financing we could go up to $170,000. I figured it was worth a shot. Our realtor talked to their realtor and their realtor told us to make an offer. Our realtor called us about 12:15 pm on Saturday, about an hour and 15 minutes before I was to leave for my bachelor party. Our realtor was very urgent; she was amazed they would even consider such a low offer. So, after a few frantic phone calls to my parents to decide if I want to do this, Meg and I hurried into the realtor's office and put in the offer. The offer gets faxed over and on Monday we would hear the results.
I had my bachelor party this past Saturday. After a bit of a late start (the cause of which will be blogged later), I met up with Dave, Colefoo and Ben, We piled into the WRX and met up with the Lancaster Auxiliary. Rob was supposed to come along, but mumbled something about the IRS and checks bouncing and went home. After deciding that 3 guys in the backseat of Dave's WRX was a little too ghey, Lon and Ben decided to follow in the Lonmobile. I had gathered we were going to philly, but didn't know where. After we getting turned around a few times, "Take the 6th Street Exit? THERE IS NO 6TH STREET EXIT!" I got a call from Ben which confirmed we were trying to find Dave and Buster's. This place is TEH AWESOME.
Actually, the FCC doesn't really even care about me, but I still think the FCC should die.
The house shopping continues. We've got two main candidates, and another possibility that I don't like because I don't think I can get any type of high speed net access at, among other faults. I've had an odd idea about how to write about these houses. Stick with me, it gets a little odd.
Yeah, me too. I'm all batman wacky.
Actually, I'm not. But I could be. I'm a barely contained bundle of gadgets and snazzy looking capes and cowls. Better watch it, Bub.
Finally you can check if you should say Soda or Pop listed by county. York appears to be on the border of a cultural war fought on 2 fronts, battling "Pop" from the west and mass of "Coke-ists" in the south. Be strong, my soda drinking brothers, be strong!
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