now that it is over this is what i have to say

so. yeah, we are splitting up.
Suprised? I doubt it. Go ahead and gloat you
friends of of.....who? I'll just say satan to make it fun.
Both sets of friends said it wouldn't work....some were maybe meaner than others.

I love you all you trash talking motherfuckers. I mean my friends, that is. The rest of you can suck my Clit/cock, But John...you were nice to me, and Duane you were not actively awful.


"Gyppy Tash"
holy crap what can I say...you introduced us so, thanks...I guess... but wow when you came and gave the "Gypsy curse" the night before the wedding..there were my buddies and me all happy and joyous, doing old songs... our own and the Stooges et cetera.....and you had to take me into the other room and tell me that the edmonton "boys" had it all against us........you said something to my my future husband that had crying, barefoot, in the closet for four hours.

oh well. my sister also heard you bitching to someone (outside on your cell phone)about the "date rape" accomodations we gave you (IE the only motel in town)
Glad you spent your morning puking into a bucket instead of downbloading (I am leaving that typo)actual NOT downloaidn, all you had to do was write down the track list I emailed you of the cd songs I sent you THREE MONTHS PRIOR to your amazing stint at dj ing our wedding.

It was so cool to hear New kids on the block instead of the stuff I made for you, like I say THREE MONTHS before you had to do your little point and press gig. YOu, ma'am were literally a black cloud tath descended upon us that wedding weekend. And no, I might not still be bitter about it had you given ANY indication EVER that your behaviour was shit, instead of the smarmy little smirk in the receiving line. There. It's off my chest, though I know you'll never read this.

AS for the rest of you. I have a piece of advice.
Love your friend Darren. He's a great person. When all you Edmonton folks were hanging out in our backyard the day after, I noticed how much he made you laugh....and I suspect part of the hostility toward me had to do with the fact that I took your clown prince away.

So. When he meets someone he's crazy about, go ahead and have dinner with them instead of cancelling (twice) at the last minute. Instead of keeping a scorecard of ills just be friendly and open and willing to see how a person's personality unfolds. Don't judge some nervous or annoying missteps too harshly. Be nice.(Kind of like what my friends were like to Darren.) I know he would really appreciate it.

But maybe you just had an inkling it would never work and didn't think it worth the bother. Congrats, you were right.