The Jean and Dave wedding

February 6, 2013

Wow. It is with great happiness that I announce the wedding of my sibling, Jean, and Dave. Okay, it was two weeks ago, so I’m a little late. But I’d just like to once again give credit where credit is due…it was Jean and Dave who prompted me to start this blog. Thank you, bro and sis. And now, they are happily married. My blog readers thank you and congratulate you on this happy union.

Now, what can I say about the wedding. So much…but yet, so little at the same time. So much happened, and the whole weekend was so fun that I managed to write out a list of all funny things that happened for fear that I, Sara, would forget them all in due time. I did this because I can pretty much guarantee that in no less than 3 months, many memories will be lost. I have the worst memory of all time. I say “so little,” because I mayyyy have overindulged a bit at the reception. A lot of the end of it is blurry. I remember going crazy when the song “Paso,” by Sak Noel came on. Meaning, I was literally jumping around as though I was at a Sak Noel concert. I remember my toast, and Liv’s. I vaguely recall a bus ride back to the hotel and gazing up at the full moon saying that it meant something crazy was going to happen (nothing crazy happened to me specifically, but that sure did come true for others). Then, thankfully, I stopped drinking. Oh wait – a couple of pictures of me at the hotel bar show me drinking PBR, albeit painfully. Anyway, it must not have been much because the next day I realized I had left my credit card at the bar with an amazingly high $5.23 bar tab. Why did I move to DC?

Now, I can’t post everything that happened at the wedding on the blog, you crazy kids. Some of it is G rated, and some of it…R. Actually, is there a rating higher than R? Because that is what I would rate this wedding at. Those implicated will remain nameless, of course. Because what happens in Middletown, CT….stays in Middletown, CT. And that is all I can say about that. If any friends who were at the wedding would like to see my own personal list of wedding memories, please contact me and I will provide the list on an as requested basis. Thank you.

That being said, for my other sister’s wedding last summer, Liv, I posted her wedding toast. I figured I’d give Jean and Dave that same honor here by posting my toast for their wedding. So here you go…

Thank you John.

John was our DJ, and ironically, friend from home. I was even more tipsy for this toast than I was Liv’s, if that is possible, but I am pretty sure I said this again.

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jean’s older sister, Sara.

Insert loud cheers from crowd. I wasn’t expecting this, so I ad libbed…

Okay, everyone knows me.

I don’t have an ego at all.

First, I’d like to thank everyone for braving the cold and the distance to spend this amazing day with Jean and Dave.  This has been a much anticipated wedding celebration, so we have a lot of expectations to live up to (no pressure).

Not kidding about it being much anticipated. Ever since the Jean and Dave engagement last year, we knew we were in for a wedding treat.

As many of you know, Jean has quite the strong personality.  She knows exactly what she wants and when she wants it, and she knows how to go about getting it.  She also has no problem saying exactly what’s on her mind.  For example, one time Jean was visiting me in DC before she moved there.  I introduced her to my neighbor (neighbor Paul), and Jean, being a dentist, immediately noticed that he had a crooked front tooth.  By way of introduction, she said “hello,” and then followed up with “you know, I can fix number 10 for you.”  Something you say to someone immediately upon meeting them. 

Dave’s a bit different.  He’s more calculated in all his activities.  He also has a much more calming nature about him.  He’s not an intense person like Jean, but rather, he knows how to calm her down in intense situations.  So while they have many similar interests, I think it’s their different personalities that attract them to one another.  Their opposing personalities also make them better people together.  Jean has taught Dave organization, structure, and promptness.  And amazingly, I think that Dave’s calming nature has rubbed off on my sister.  

Take, for example, a recent event some of you may have seen described on Jean’s Facebook status.  On the drive up from DC for the wedding, we had a bit of a mishap. On the top of our car there was a carrier that held all of their ski gear and other items.  While driving along I-95, we suddenly realized something was amiss with the carrier, so pulled over on the highway.  Dave got out to investigate, only to discover that he had neglected to lock said carrier.  Defeated, he got back into the car, sat down, and stared blankly ahead.  He then informed us that Jean’s ski bag, which contained two of her favorite pairs of boots, was gone.  He looked like he was going to cry, and frankly – looked a little bit scared.  Expecting the worst, I braced myself for the imminent wrath of Jean.  But, I was pleasantly surprised.  Jean, realizing that Dave obviously didn’t do this on purpose, and that the only reason for this occurrence was him being extremely overtired, miraculously said “it’s okay.” “It’s okay?!”  I was seeing a whole new side of Jean.  The pre-Dave Jean would have lost her temper and yelled, but my sister was instead even tempered and…calm…patient.  She was taking on the role of Dave!

So as I’m telling this story, I’m looking at the audience but also at Jean and Dave. Mid-story, I see Dave gesturing to add something to the story that was not prepared. Not wanting to mess up my flow, i.e. eff up the speech, I did not say this. But what Dave was trying to get me to say was that the reason the carrier was left open in the first place was because I had asked him for the keys to go back inside to help Jean bring the rest of our items out to the car. Normally, Dave leaves the key in the carrier while loading it up and then locks it before closing the lid. Well, since there was no key in the carrier when he went to shut it this time (because I had it), naturally, he was insinuating that it was my fault the lid was not locked. He wasn’t going to blame it on me, but he just wanted to let me know that was the reason. As only a true bother should. Carrying on…

Of course I say these things about my sister, but she’s my best friend.  We are super close and have been all our lives.  To that end, I am overjoyed that she’s found someone who makes her a better person and who treats her like the amazing individual that she is.  And I can’t say enough good things about Dave, or “bro” as I have been calling him ever since they got engaged.  I couldn’t have asked for my sister to have found a better person, and I know Dave will treat Jean right for the rest of their lives. 

And with that, I’d like to offer a toast. 

To Jean and Dave.  That they lead a lifetime of happiness in their marriage, that they remain the best of friends, treat each other with respect and dignity, and continue to love, trust, and cherish one another as a happily married couple should.

Okay, I just realized that I can’t end this post here. There are actually far too many ridiculous memories that actually are bloggable that I can post here. I will tease you with a few now:

  1. Standing at the alter, the deacon opens with “We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Sss….. (awkward pause) Jean, and Dave.” Wait, WHAT?! Did I just hear correctly? Did she almost say MY name rather than my sisters? Gathering from the look of Dave, and his best man right behind him, who were both looking at me with a “did that really just happen” look of pure amazement, I did not imagine that. She almost married me to Dave. Mind you, this is mid-ceremony. But the look on Dave’s face as well as the look on the best man’s face led me to naturally burst out in laughter…at the alter. It was like being in church back in the day when me and my sisters could not stop laughing, even though we knew it was entirely not appropriate to laugh at that moment. But this wasn’t just like I was sitting in a pew during a Sunday service. I was in the spotlight, at the alter….and I could NOT STOP LAUGHING. Thanks Dave for the look on your face that led to my uncontrolable laughter. It wasn’t until Liv started punching me from behind that I realized I needed to get a grip. Does someone have this on video?
  2. Wedding party being introduced to the reception hall to Gangham Style. Wouldn’t have been my first choice in songs, but, guys…this was good. At least, my tipsy ass thought it was good at the time. Each couple walked in doing their own dance. My favorite was probably the one in which our friend Stephen and M walked in normally but then halfway started doing the ridiculous dance that Stephen is infamously known for. I can’t even describe how ridiculous the dance it, but trust me on this one – it’s ridiculous. Something between the Elaine Sienfeld flailing arm thing combined with this odd kicking motion. After each couple rolled in hot, we slapped hands walking down the entire (9 person deep) wedding party line like we were coming in from the baseball field. It was then that I knew….this was going to be a fun wedding.
  3. Ant’s toast. If you were there, I need not say more. This was hands down the best wedding toast I have ever witnessed. Heartfelt, hilarious, not too short or long, with props…this thing could not be beat. Ant is introduced, but doesn’t jump up from a table. Instead, she makes an entrance by opening the front door to the reception hall dressed as 5th grade Jean. Mind you, Jean had the biggest “shark” in school. For whatever reason, when we were growing up at the time it was very popular for girls to hairspray their bangs straight up into the air as high as possible, looking similar to a shark fin. So Ant strolls into the reception hall upon introduction with rolled up jeans, a silk shirt, a tie….and the shark. That in itself was amazing. But the toast was hilarious and awe-inspiring. Thank you Ant for the amazing toast. It will never be forgotten.
  4. Similar to Liv’s wedding, and many thanks to John, we literally just danced our asses off for three hours. Some good stuff there. I recall some solid dance offs between characters of all ages from both sides of the family. And I wouldn’t recall this but for pictures, but at one point a few people decided to lift the bride off the floor into a plank-like, dirty dancing type situation.
  5. I also recall honestly contemplating with Elle doing a wedding party pyramid at 9pm sharp. All we needed to do was send the pyramid hand signal to John that we were ready to go, and we’d create the biggest pyramid of all time in wedding attire. What more could a bride ask for? Sadly, this did not happen until about 1am at the hotel bar, but the entire wedding party was not included. The bride did end up on the top and we have the picture to prove it. Good stuff right there.
  6. This last bullet has nothing to do with the actual wedding ceremony. But it does have to do with the carrier. Full circle. For a reason still unbenounced to me, my sister and Dave wanted good old Sara to drive them to the airport in Newark to see them off on their honeymoon. This would then require me to continue to drive their car back to DC. Thinking I’d be driving an automatic vehicle when I agreed to this, I said yes. But, I was stuck with Dave’s father’s stick shift. Mind you, I can drive a stick shift. Or at least, I could back in high school. I’m not sure what happened over a 15 year span, but let’s just say…I’m a little rusty. Highway action was fine, but when I finally got back to DC, blame it on being hungover from the wedding, blame it on exhaustion, whatever…I was stalling all over the place. To make matters worse, I had to parallel park it at my place by backing uphill into the parking spot. This consisted of me finally edging in, but not far enough back. I was literally leveraging the car in front of me by using it to prevent me from rolling down the hill while I attempted to reverse, but not too fast for fear of hitting the car behind me. Before being on the verge of tears, I gave up and left the car parked way too close to (i.e. touching) the car in front of me and also way too far away from the curb (so pretty much in the middle of the road). Panicking that I wouldn’t be able to get out in the morning, I called Dave’s parents to see if they could come get the car. To no avail. I was left with the car and had to drive it to work the next morning. Which wouldn’t be a big deal except that I forgot the carrier was on top of the car. So picture Sara moseying along to work, no stalls yet at all so I’m happy. I peel into the parking garage at full speed, forgetting that the carrier is on top of the car, and not noticing how low the garage ceiling is. You see where this is going. Car goes into garage, car and carrier manage to somehow squeeze through the short distance between ground and ceiling. After I get into the garage, I think maybe some ice has fallen off the top and that’s what the odd noise was. But that’s when I realize….I just scraped the carrier on the top of the garage. Just awesome. I proceed to stall about 5 times before parking the car. Luckily no major damage and Dave’s parents were able to extract the vehicle and carrier from the garage without incident, and then the thing was out of my hair. Just some more fun in parking garages with Sara.

And with that, I will end this blog post. Guys, this wedding was so much fun. Weddings as of late have been fun, but it is hard to get such an anticipated celebration to actually live up to the hype. Well, this actually exceeded expectations. I am still amazed that so many of our friends were able to make the treck from all over for this awesome celebration. It was so great to have our family and friends all gathered in one place at the same time. In the words of Elle, “this wedding topped all Dewey trips and NYE 2009 combined.” I didn’t think that was possible. Thank you.

Did I get married? haha

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What I Appreciate about Liv

August 19, 2012

Yesterday my little sister Liv got married to Bill. It was an amazing day, and I’m so happy for her. She was absolutely beautiful and they both looked so happy. Now as a maid of honor (MOH), I was requested to give a toast to the newleyweds at the reception. I was stumped on what to say up until the day before the event, when my other sister Jean brilliantly suggested that I just start writing a blog. Brilliant! Thank goodness for Jean. Otherwise the speech may not have come out as well as it did (I think). That being said, here is what I ended up with, after practicing and rewriting it about 50 times…

What I appreciate about Liv

  • [DJ hands me the mic] Thanks John
  • First of all I just want to take a minute to thank everyone for being here today to celebrate the marriage of Liv and Bill. It was a beautiful day.
  • Now Liv, Jean and I are very close, and growing up over the years; we’ve obtained a number of stories as you can probably imagine. Having so many stories, I was finding it difficult to pick some and then tie them all together into a common theme. What I finally ended up deciding was to share with you just a few things that I admire and appreciate about Liv.

1)   The first is that she is the least ditzy Barber [fake last name]. Since the three of us are so close, we have mutual friends who decided that ever year or so, it would be fun to vote on who the ditziest Barber is. Keep in mind that we are not including my father here, he’s not very ditzy. Nor are we including my mother, as she wins hands down (sorry Mom). But if we are comparing the three of us, to Liv’s credit, she frequently gets the least amount of votes.

2)   Secondly, I really admire her ability to stay fit. Growing up, she would stay fit by doing things for her older sisters. Any time Jean and I needed to do something but didn’t want to do it, whether it be unloading the dishwasher, getting a glass of water, walking the dog, the way we’d persuade her to do it would be “if you do it, you’ll get skinnier.” And without a doubt, it always got her and she’d do what we asked. This began Liv’s working out days. As you can probably see just by looking at her, she participates in many activities to stay fit. I think Jean and I can take some of the credit for that.

3)   Liv has a diverse background. To this day, we are still not sure if she’s adopted. She frequently gets mistaken for Asian. You may notice that Jean and I look alike, but Liv looks like…well, no one (except maybe my Mom). So not only does she not look like us, she appears to be of a different race. Her diversity and ability to appreciate different cultures is even captured in her meal choice for this event – nutty Asian salmon. A recent story; she was walking down the hall at school (she teaches kindergarten in Cromwell for those of you who don’t know), and heard someone calling after her “Miss Wong, Miss Wong!” For whatever reason, Liv’s initial Asian instinct was to respond to this, so she turned around, shook the woman’s hand and only then proceeded to explain that no, she was not Miss Wong, she was Miss Barber.

4)   Finally, Liv truly understands what is important in life. I’ve been living in Washington, DC for about eight years now. When I first moved down, Liv and Jean would frequently come visit me and we’d have a blast. And by “a blast,” I mean we’d party a lot. Jean liked it so much that she moved down, but we never could get Liv to fully commit. At one point, we thought we almost had her, but then she met Bill, and wanted to see where it led. Well, it led us here. Here where she really should be, not out partying with her sisters, but with the man she loves starting the beginning of the rest of her life. Liv is truly happy, and I am so happy that she’s found the man of her dreams in Bill. They really do compliment one another. Bill is a great guy who I know will take care of her as he loves her very much.

And with that said, I would like to offer a toast –

To Liv and Bill. That their friendship grows throughout the years, that they continue to love and respect one another, and that they are successfully able to overcome adversity that will only make them stronger.


The Palm Reading

June 7, 2010

Sitting here watching The Bachelorette (no idea why) and a rather comical image ran through my head. Me, Sara, as The Bachelorette. Can you, friends, just picture me trying to decide between 20+ guys? Kind of a hilarious picture if you know me and my decision making skills. What would I do? Who would I choose and why? Comical image; at least I can amuse myself. I think me driving myself crazy and trying to make a decision would be all the entertainment viewers would need.

Speaking of dating, a few friends and I just so happened to get our palms read last weekend. Why in the world did we get our palms read, you may ask? Maybe I’m going through a 1/3 life crisis, I don’t know. Or, according to the pyschic, I suppose it would be a mid-life crisis since I’ll only make it to my 70’s. Bummer.

So we got our palms read on a whim, just for kicks. Who knew this woman would have such an impact on my life? Partly joking, partly not. The crazy thing was that this woman was SPOT ON for all of us, as if she knew us or something. How in the world did she know I was on medication, but it wasn’t for anything serious? How did she know I recently broke things off with someone? Really, really odd and freaky and kind of surreal. She rambled off information so quick that we wished we had taped each reading. Things I gleaned from my reading were:

  • Main Point #1: As stated, apparently I will only live to my late 70’s. Now that, kids, was like a dagger to my heart. I want to live into my late 90’s! However, at least I won’t die in a freak accident as my sister Liv dreamt about over the weekend. Picture this phone conversation:

Liv: I had a dream about you last night.
Sara: Oh? (clearly pleased). What happened?
Liv: You died.

So as you can imagine, after hearing that I was going to die in a freak accident Saturday morning followed by living into my 70’s by Saturday afternoon, 70’s didn’t seem like such a bad outlook.

  • Main Point #2: I am a caring person. Then she goes on to elaborate, saying that I’m so caring about others, I neglect myself. How in the world did she know this? My close friends and family tell me this all the time. Sure, I’ve heard it before, but something about this psychic telling me it again stuck. That same night, instead of appeasing friends and family and going out until 4am as I ordinarily would, I decided to bail and call it a night at midnight so I could be productive on Sunday. Yep, thank you psychic.
  • Main Point #3: Since she somehow knew about the recent breakup, she proceeded to go on and tell me that I had made the right decision in ending it and that he was not the right one for me. Did she know I was waffling on the decision and that I needed that guidance? Why am I listening to a psychic? I have no idea, but I’m going to go with it. Only because of….
  • Main Point #4: Listen to this one kids…I am not only destined to be married with children, but I am slated to meet my future husband soon. Like mid-September soon! Now, I know you all are going to be following up come late September to see who the lucky guy is. I am certainly curious myself. And if it doesn’t happen? You know I will go demand my hard earned $10 back! Guess it’s the summer of fun for me before I have to settle down in the fall.

So, that is the gist of it. What I learned from this very fruitful meeting was threefold – take care of myself, let the old relationships go (I was struggling with this), and have fun this summer cause marriage is just around the corner.

Yep, I might start looking at potential wedding destinations. Just kidding.


heading to Utah!

February 18, 2010

Hey kids, just a quick note to let you know that I am going to take another mini-hiatus from blogging. Just for the long weekend, don’t you worry. I am heading out this afternoon to go visit Dave in Utah.  Dave is my sister’s boyfriend, and she is not coming on this trip (mwahahahahaaa). It’s just me and Alex this time around. I am a tad bit perturbed though because my sisters will be skiing up north this weekend, having some good familial bonding time without me. I guess I can’t complain much though since I will be on one of the best mountains in the country. Booyah

Anyway, I am BEYOND pumped for this trip, because I have never been out west to ski. Utah has not been getting that much snow recently, but low and behold, Dave just informed me that they may get two feet of it tomorrow. I told him a few weeks ago that I would bring the snow with me from DC, and I guess it panned out. Double booyah

So excited I can not even describe. On that note, wish me luck that I do not resort to drinking on the flight out there. I hate flying; scared of heights and also borderline claustrophobic. Ordinarily, I’d have a drink if I start panicking (this happened once on my trip out to Vegas), but I conveniently just gave up drinking for Lent. Yes, that’s 40 days with not even a sip of alcohol folks. Let’s hope I don’t have to resort to booze on the plane today.

If I don’t get anything posted this weekend, see you all on Tuesday!


went with red

January 3, 2010

I took about 10 pics trying to get the “perfect” underwear shot, but chose this one because I liked the peace sign thrown in. Nice one Liv. [Please see The Year in Review, number 13 if this post makes no sense to you.]


The Creation of Tier III

December 4, 2009

Great times last night at H1.  For those of you unfamiliar with this hidden Arlington gem, the happy hour specials at Hunan One run daily from 11-8:30.  Decent beers on tap such as Blue Moon are a mere $1 during this time.  So, as you would imagine, we all got a little tipsy.  Plus everyone and their mother made it out, which made it a virtual COOL reunion (I had my Coming Out Of Lent party there last year….yes, this will be an annual ocurrence so stay tuned in the spring for more information).  To make things even better, most of my Asians were out.  Yes, that means Hung and Felipe finally were able to meet.  This meeting has been a long time coming, and I had been talking Hung up a bit to Felipe.  So they finally met, and the rest is history.  Not only that, but Wheels and JK were out as well, which means 4 of the top 6 Asians were present.  Only Liv and Big D were missing.  However, as we are all joking about who is Top Tier and who made second Tier, I realize that I left a few of my Asian girlfriends out of the mix and another guy from my softball team.  How did I miss them?  So, we are now forced to create a third tier.  I’m sorry ladies and gents, but since you are late in the game I’m going to have to place you in Tier 3.  So here is the rundown:

Tier I:  Hung, Felipe, and Big D
Tier II:  Wheels, JK, and Liv
Tier III:  Yu, Carrie, and Mick (please ask for further clarification – just assigned names as they came to me here)

Tier II members can no longer complain about their second tier status.  Besides Hung and Felipe, these tiers are subject to change at any point in time.  So, do what you will to make a higher Tier, I am happy to accept any gifts that come my way. 

This whole Tier thing was the running joke last night, mainly between Felipe and I because we like to carry jokes on as long as humanly possible.  And the fact that Hung and Felipe finally met just made it all the more spectacular, in a Chinese Restaurant no less.  So at one point, Felipe, Wheels, and Carrie (new Tier III addition) were all discussing their backgrounds.  Felipe – Chinese, Wheels – Thai?  (this is why I don’t really consider him a full blown Asian), and Carrie – Korean.  So the conversation goes something like this:

Carrie, to Felipe:  “What are you?”
Felipe:  “Top Tier”

Seriously?  Life doesn’t revolve around the Tiers yet, Felipe, but I like how you are thinking.  Carrie was asking what his background was, i.e. Chinese, Korean, etc.  Classic.  This is clearly something that Felipe and I will joke about for months to come.

Also present at the happy hour was the infamous Alex, who is notoriously known to mix up the Asians.  However, last night, Alex wasn’t the culprit in the Asian mix-up.  Intead, it was Linda (another blonde – coincidence?).  We have a group of girlfriends in which 3 out of 6 of us are Asian (they will have to be added into the Tiers at a later date and time).  One of the three, Yu (Tier III), was present.  Linda sees an Asian girl walk by our table, and loudly asks to everyone “HEY!  Is that Hong????”  I look at the girl and she is Asian, but clearly is not Hong.  We all had a good hearty laugh over that one.  The Asian jokes just keep getting better and better.  Keep it up my friends.  Makes for some great blogging material.


cheating

December 2, 2009

Just received a new blog post idea from JK (he’s now my 5th Asian, unless you include my Asian half sister Liv which would make him the 6th).  Really I have the top 3 Asians – Hung, Felipe, and Big D.  Those are my go-to Asians.  JK is kind of a newbie, and I don’t really consider him Asian for some reason even though he is, thus he never really made the Asian cut.  Also we have another friend of ours, Wheels we’ll call him, but I also don’t really consider him Asian either.  So they are my second-tier Asians.  I’m sorry guys, but it’s true.  But at least you made the second cut.  So the other night, our good girlfriend Alex is out in ATown (Arlington) watching Monday Night Football.  I, as you may recall, worked late so couldn’t make it.  Plus was I really going to treck out to ATown on a Monday night?  No.  So Alex texts me “your Asian is here!”  So automatically, I ask “you mean Big D, Felipe?” (one of the top 3).  Then I remembered that JK is Asian.  Sure enough, she responds via text “no…Quack.”  JK’s last name is not Quack, it’s Kwak.  Okay if that isn’t funny I don’t know what is.  It does sound a bit like Quack, so why not automatically assume an Asian’s last name is “Quack?”  As you may recall, Alex is notorious for mixing up our Asians, so it was ultra hilarious that she mispelled his last name.  She constantly confuses Big D and Felipe.  Not sure why Hung is left out of this mix-up, but I think she’s got him down pretty well.  Hung must have a distinct Asian look.  She also thought every Asian who walked in the door that night was Wheels, but that’s another story.

So not sure how I got on the Asian sidetrack.  The topic of this post is actually cheating.  Asians – cheating, goes hand in hand.  Just kidding.  So I was out the other night over Thanksgiving break and met up with some old college peeps.  Really it was my ex boyfriend (we’ll call him Mase as his nickname) who I hadn’t seen in over 8 years, and his friends.  Me and 5 guys, the usual.  We all used to hang out back in the day and I’m still friends with Aladin, who is Mase’s best friend.  Aladin, during this time, relays to me that he believes that 99% of all men cheat.  Seriously?!  99%??  That seems a bit steep don’t you think?  He goes on and on and into detail about how this might happen.  He’s only talking about married men, mind you.  That makes it even better.  I would venture to say that the percentage is closer to 80%.  What do you guys think?  I would hope it would be lower than that, but something about the male species doesn’t leave me with much faith.

(Can I just add a little sidebar about how Mase, who I hadn’t seen in 8 years, went in for the kiss at the end of the evening?  Seriously??!!  Dude it’s been EIGHT years!!!!  EIGHT years since we’ve dated!!!  I mean I know I was memorable, but really?  I found this highly amusing.)

BTW my circulation is now being completely cut off because my shoes are tied so tightly.  Yes, I am wearing my sneakers at work, but I’m trying to break them in.  I’m thinking that I’ll give them a go at the gym tonight and then maybe a jog in the morning, and if they still feel like they are falling off of me, hello Fleet Feet.  Man I’m sure they love me there.  I am pretty much going to buy out and return the store.