Okay, so I have to warn everyone to read labels on food, especially dairy products. I ate yogurt that was one day past experation, and BAM! Food poisoning. I was out of commission for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and yesterday. I was involved in a wedding Wednesday morning, but I was only there as a shell of a human being. I apparently came up with a new shade of white, also known as 'DAMN!'. But you can't bail on someone's wedding, especially someone you've known a long time and known them since they met their significant other and were looked at as an approver of this person. So that's right, I sucked it up and dealt with it. Hell of a weight loss program, too. Who needs diet and exercise? Tish-tosh, just some bad dairy and you're good to go.
So the title of this blog ties into the wedding, well, after the wedding. I should tell you that the 'ceremony' was at the Denver City and County courthouse, and after the signing of documents, we all went down to the cafeteria. I had Gatorade *(why? because they didn't have pedialyte), and I really hadn't been introduced to everyone else in this party. And I wasn't in a great place to talk. So the bride introduces me with a story, and when this gets told you'll see how everything gets tied together.
The story goes like this-she called me on the way to her 3rd date with this guy, who I hadn't met yet. Apparently my opinion matters to some folks (I have no idea why, so many folks seem to think I'm a bit of a crotchety old guy), and in this case it really did matter. 'I'm going out with this guy for the 3rd time.'
'Cool, what's he do? (I should note that I truly could care less what anyone else does, but it matters to pretty much 98% of the rest of the world. It seemed like the appropriate question.)
'He's a musician.'
'Okay--Is he Clean?'
"He's not a dirty hippie!!"
'That's not what I'm asking....'
So I had to explain this story to everyone in this cafeteria. And I'll explain it to you reading. When I moved to NH back when I was 10, I was making friends around the Broken Village, and back in the day, friends had sleepovers. So I was about to go to one, and my Pops asked me the question that to this day defines many of my friends. 'Is he Clean, his family Clean?' My answer to my Father was, 'duh, they shower like everyone else.' After the Death Stare (yes, I inherited that, too) came and went, dear old Dad went on to explain what he meant by Clean. Looking back, I laugh out loud. Back then, I knew this kid nor his family were Clean. They were dirtbags. The type of people who would end up on 'Cops' had it been a show back then. Sure enough, the kids older brother was busted for dealing, and the cops were at that apartment on multiple occassions for various events (an example I remember was the 4th of July the next year where husband and wife celebrated our nation's Independence Day by beating on each other with empty beer bottles...charming memory). That kid ended up doing time in juvy for a bunch of stupid stuff. Shocking...the old man knew then and had passed a lesson on to me....
That eventually got passed on to a friend who asked my opinion of some guy she was dating.....who she married this week. Funny how the world works, isn't it?
For me, it made me laugh a little, with food poisoning. Now that I'm back to relative normalcy, it makes me giggle. You can tell me you don't believe in Angels, Fate, Karma, the Gods, Jesus, Muhammed and Allah, Yin and Yang, and I will smirk. I think that was just my Pops way of letting me know he'll always be with me. I knew that already, but hadn't had any moments like this. Only means that there will be more little smirks coming. Kind of a good feeling.
But I guess I'll ask all of you if your friends are Clean, and now you'll know what it means. Happy nuptuals to my friends Scot and Michelle, I wish them nothing but to continue on the happy path that they've been on for the last 3 years.
So the title of this blog ties into the wedding, well, after the wedding. I should tell you that the 'ceremony' was at the Denver City and County courthouse, and after the signing of documents, we all went down to the cafeteria. I had Gatorade *(why? because they didn't have pedialyte), and I really hadn't been introduced to everyone else in this party. And I wasn't in a great place to talk. So the bride introduces me with a story, and when this gets told you'll see how everything gets tied together.
The story goes like this-she called me on the way to her 3rd date with this guy, who I hadn't met yet. Apparently my opinion matters to some folks (I have no idea why, so many folks seem to think I'm a bit of a crotchety old guy), and in this case it really did matter. 'I'm going out with this guy for the 3rd time.'
'Cool, what's he do? (I should note that I truly could care less what anyone else does, but it matters to pretty much 98% of the rest of the world. It seemed like the appropriate question.)
'He's a musician.'
'Okay--Is he Clean?'
"He's not a dirty hippie!!"
'That's not what I'm asking....'
So I had to explain this story to everyone in this cafeteria. And I'll explain it to you reading. When I moved to NH back when I was 10, I was making friends around the Broken Village, and back in the day, friends had sleepovers. So I was about to go to one, and my Pops asked me the question that to this day defines many of my friends. 'Is he Clean, his family Clean?' My answer to my Father was, 'duh, they shower like everyone else.' After the Death Stare (yes, I inherited that, too) came and went, dear old Dad went on to explain what he meant by Clean. Looking back, I laugh out loud. Back then, I knew this kid nor his family were Clean. They were dirtbags. The type of people who would end up on 'Cops' had it been a show back then. Sure enough, the kids older brother was busted for dealing, and the cops were at that apartment on multiple occassions for various events (an example I remember was the 4th of July the next year where husband and wife celebrated our nation's Independence Day by beating on each other with empty beer bottles...charming memory). That kid ended up doing time in juvy for a bunch of stupid stuff. Shocking...the old man knew then and had passed a lesson on to me....
That eventually got passed on to a friend who asked my opinion of some guy she was dating.....who she married this week. Funny how the world works, isn't it?
For me, it made me laugh a little, with food poisoning. Now that I'm back to relative normalcy, it makes me giggle. You can tell me you don't believe in Angels, Fate, Karma, the Gods, Jesus, Muhammed and Allah, Yin and Yang, and I will smirk. I think that was just my Pops way of letting me know he'll always be with me. I knew that already, but hadn't had any moments like this. Only means that there will be more little smirks coming. Kind of a good feeling.
But I guess I'll ask all of you if your friends are Clean, and now you'll know what it means. Happy nuptuals to my friends Scot and Michelle, I wish them nothing but to continue on the happy path that they've been on for the last 3 years.
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