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Some days I struggle to find blog topics, and some days I get engaged, get a pedicure, and Michael Jackson dies. But that’s just some days.
Disclaimer: Sports fans, maybe skip todays entry. It’s not exactly on the NBA Draft. I got a f***in’ pedicure. Moving on.
So… I did it.
I told Bri I was writing a follow-up blog for Islanders Point Blank (I originally wrote one on her and I, which you can find under the Islanders Point Blank header above) on our relationship, and that I needed pictures of where we grew up for the blog.
So, we went to our old pre-school and took some pics, and reminisced on anything we could remember. Eventually, we drove to where we grew up as next-door neighbors and play-mates on Darius Court. We took a picture there together, reminisced… and I took a knee. It was pretty neat.
After huffing into a brown paper bag (not really) Bri got it together for long enough to say yes! Champagne all around!
One of my first duties as a fiance was to get a pedicure with Bri. There’s a million places in NY where nice Asian ladies tend to your feet for an extremely fair rate.
Of course, when the lady breaks her power sander on your heel, pulls out buffing supplies from the dark ages and falls behind other nearby pedicures by 15 minutes, you have to tip a little more. It was hilarious.
A seven year old kid walked in with his Mom who was getting a manicure, pointed at me and said “Mommy, what’s he doing here?”. Bastard.
Even though I couldn’t verbally communicate with the lady polishing my piggies, we were on the same page. I was laughing, she was gagging, but in the end, I think she knew I felt bad. Whatever. My toes are goah-jus.
And lastly, the King of Pop died – what a crazy career to reflect upon. It’s tough to put on a song by MJ and not have fun. Let alone have anybody in the room dislike it.
I wonder if he was at the root of more hits or punchlines? My guess is he wouldn’t wanna know that answer.
Thanks for all the positive words from everyone – just keep this in mind:
This has nothing to do with us – we’re just trying to breed the super-Islander. Priorities, people. Priorities.