Get Low
I've been lying low for a while now - for lots of reasons. There's so much going on that it seems the best thing to do is hibernate. And hibernate I did. I've been fighting some evil cold virus that clearly was a spawn of satan him/herself. On Saturday, I couldn't move, breathe, nor could I speak. I drank juice, I ate soup and I tried to get my body to recover. Funny enough, this happens every other August at around the same time (end of the month). I'm not sure how that works, but maybe it's just my body's way of saying SLOW DOWN. You know it's bad when walking the five blocks to work is a chore in and of itself.
Anyway, I must get better in time for my big Boston Labor Day weekend! I'm really excited...this is when I get to meet a bunch of NC's friends from college. I'll be meeting some of our groomsmen for the first time. I'm glad that I have the opportunity to get to know the guys that NC is so close to that they are included our wedding. I also get to spend some time with my cousin V and his fiance H (and hopefully with some others that I know in the area).
Not too long ago, I met NC's high school friends and they were awesome. They have so many great stories of the trouble they got into back in the day. I had a blast just listening and really being taken in by that group - no judgements, no questions. I am important to NC, therefore I am important to them. That was really the icing on the cake. We were at a housewarming/engagement party for one of his buddies and I noticed a few things. One, Italian families (most of his friends are Italian) are HUGE and rival the size of Indian families. Two, everyone kisses you on both cheeks all the time- when they greet you, when they congratulate you, when you leave a party - I mean for any little thing. Three, they can COOK. To taste authentic Italian food makes one not want to set foot in an Olive Garden ever again.
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If I were Italian, I'd want my last name to be Santos (I used to watch Guiding Light with my mom and they were a powerful family). On that note, NC has a friend whose house was burned down by the Mafia when they were in high school. That's intense.
Anyway, I must get better in time for my big Boston Labor Day weekend! I'm really excited...this is when I get to meet a bunch of NC's friends from college. I'll be meeting some of our groomsmen for the first time. I'm glad that I have the opportunity to get to know the guys that NC is so close to that they are included our wedding. I also get to spend some time with my cousin V and his fiance H (and hopefully with some others that I know in the area).
Not too long ago, I met NC's high school friends and they were awesome. They have so many great stories of the trouble they got into back in the day. I had a blast just listening and really being taken in by that group - no judgements, no questions. I am important to NC, therefore I am important to them. That was really the icing on the cake. We were at a housewarming/engagement party for one of his buddies and I noticed a few things. One, Italian families (most of his friends are Italian) are HUGE and rival the size of Indian families. Two, everyone kisses you on both cheeks all the time- when they greet you, when they congratulate you, when you leave a party - I mean for any little thing. Three, they can COOK. To taste authentic Italian food makes one not want to set foot in an Olive Garden ever again.
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If I were Italian, I'd want my last name to be Santos (I used to watch Guiding Light with my mom and they were a powerful family). On that note, NC has a friend whose house was burned down by the Mafia when they were in high school. That's intense.
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