Good Times!

August 28th, 2008

Last night, after we booked the rehearsal dinner, we wandered across the street to our favorite local bar, The Judge’s Bench. They have GREAT hamburgers and an awesome, rotating selection of beers. The owner is almost always lingering with a Beligian in hand and on any given night of the week there is live music.

Matt and I enjoyed our burgers and fries and beers while the duo played countless classics, including “Jack and Diane.” Matt and I sang along and top volume and so did a couple other people at the bar. When the band took a set break, I shook the singer’s hand and said, “Thanks for the Mellencamp. I appreciate it.” What a nice feeling it is to be in a place like that.

After dinner, we took a walk and wondered what it would be like to live in this house, on the top of the hill. Wonderful views. Quiet. Olde Towne …

Knocking It Out

August 27th, 2008

Today, we:

  • Sent out save-the-dates to out-of-town family
  • Ordered tuxedos
  • Booked our rehearsal dinner

Boogeying through this shit, baby. Oh yeah.

3:30

August 26th, 2008

I’m kind of overwhelmed by the file on my desk. It’s the size of a turkey club and it’s making me hungry.

Oh, the Mortification

August 26th, 2008

I just called Matt at work. His employee answered the phone and, even though he said his name, I instinctively cried out, “Baby Bug!”

“Um, hello?”
“Oh, ah, sorry, um, is Matt there?”
“Sure, hang on.”

*calling out* “Hey, Baby Bug, your woman is on the phone!”

Matt: Dammit, Cindy, really?

Me: Yeah, sorry, not used to having you having an employee and all.

*Chorus of voices in the background* “Baby Bug! Baby Bug!”

Matt: I have to go.

Cindy: I completely understand.

Thinking ‘Bout Yesterday

August 25th, 2008

Our ride was so nice. Oh man, crossing the Severn and the Chesapeake and seeing all of those jet skis and sailboats and speedboats and yachts and Navy ships out there. Clouds lining the horizon. Light wind. Crabs. Lying on a dock, soaking up what little sun my skin would tolerate …

I spent part of the ride with my legs wrapped around Matt and my feet up on the tank, leaning back into the sissy bar just lounging as we cruised along without a friggin’ care in the world on a Sunday evening. Best feeling on Earth, people, seriously. We even shared a tender moment while cruising up B&A Blvd. The sun was setting in front of us and Matt rested his left arm on my boot and squeezed my toes between his thumb and forefinger.

When we got home, I said, “You know. I love the bay and I like being able to go into Baltimore and Annapolis without too much trouble. Honestly, I just want trees and a quiet neighborhood. I want to be able to afford a nice house and for us to live a simple, happy life. Maybe Severna Park is the place for us.”

I have never seen Matt look so excited about something (he’s such an Anne Arundel county boy) and told me, “Really? You mean it? I’ve always wanted to live in Severna Park. I didn’t want to press the issue because I thought you had your heart set on the middle of nowhere.”

So we went online and researched houses and were thrilled to find loads of things we loved in very nice neighborhoods. I said, “We could totally afford this in a couple of years on a single full-time salary, leaving our options open for all sorts of things for me–part-time work, graduate studies, freelance opportunities …” Matt nodded in agreement and said, “Yeah, I think we would be totally happy here and I’d love for you to have those options.”

I smiled and poked him in the ribs stating, “Oh, and we can get jet skis if you want since all of these neighborhoods have access to the river/bay. I know, me on a watercraft, frightening, but I think it could be fun and honestly, I’m getting old enough to get over my fear-of-water.”

Matt got all excited again and starting bouncing around a little. While we certainly love the boonies, we seem to both get rather excited about the idea of staying closer to the shore and living our Southeast of Baltimore lives. It’s good here. Who knows, it could all be a pipe dream but the idea makes us both pretty happy.

Happy Weekend!

August 24th, 2008

Yesterday, we attended a backyard barbecue at my parents’ house. It was nice to see everyone gathered together for something other than a funeral. Not much happened. Just a lot of eating and general family conversation. We were asked more questions about our wedding than we cared to answer. Most of all, I was happy to see some folks I haven’t seen in years. People came out of the woodwork for the event. After the event, we swung by a home brew/hot tub party for a bit, which was awesome and much needed. Matt drank enough Fat Tire to drown the both of us.

Today, we rode across the Bay Bridge with some friends and got a dozen extra large crabs. We hung out for about two hours shooting the shit and then took the byways through Kent Island in an attempt to avoid weekend traffic heading west. It worked pretty well. We went into Annapolis and got ice cream (YUM!) and wandered for a bit before Matt and I split off and took the scenic route home.

I’m sweaty and stinky and in the bathtub soaking away the aches and pains of being a passenger for 106 miles. That was my decision as it was a clear and beautiful day and I just wanted to enjoy the scenery as opposed to operating a motorcycle. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the ride but my ass is a little numb right now.

More Excitement!

August 22nd, 2008

Yesterday, the cake man asked, “Your last name is Brown, right?”
I replied, “Yes, for now.”

Then I felt all silly inside and thinking about it now, I still feel silly.

Excitement!

August 22nd, 2008

Yesterday’s meeting with our event manager eased my mind on a lot of things. She actually helped me to envision the day in ways I had not thought of. She’s totally flexible and just an all around patient woman. The cake tasting with my mom was so much fun! She even picked a flavor for one of the layers.

Today? I scored our DJ. Might I say, well, SCORE!

Things are coming together and I have a tremendous sense of excitement. Sure, I still have several piddly things to do like get of my ass and make address labels (UGH!) but the major stuff is now DONE.

Matt On the First 20 Minutes of The Aristocrats:

August 21st, 2008

I’ve seen shorter buildups in porn. These guys are still stroking the balls.

Well Played

August 21st, 2008

History repeats itself. An endless cycle of coruption and politics indeed. From beginning to end, The Wire has portrayed my city in the clearest and most honest way that any medium ever could. Not just my city but our sad, fucked up country as a whole.

The Dickensian aspect. Bravo.