It took a good 18 months before things were really, genuinely normal again, imo. Never underestimate this, the rest of you... it fucks with things in a big way. I count myself lucky every damn day that things turned as well as they did - I certainly don't deserve it.

Busty was in a rut in GA. Good job got yanked from under him, and job searching wasn't netting much. And we're some fantastic salespeople. We got a trial out of him, he lapsed for 6 weeks, then came back. Met a killer girl, moved in with her after like weeks, and is the happiest man I know a year later. I think his good luck just sat in an account for like 28 years, and then cashed all at once.

wait so I can't post in this thread?

get lost, singlo!

i'm a man without a country.

to me, you are a god. I can only dream of a five year engagement.

5 years?! Is that what all the drinking's about?

nah the drinking is because i'm a drunk. the 5 year relationship (in late June) has more to do with marriage is symbolically a pretty empty gesture to me and I might as well hold out until we need a lot of shit.

to be fair, I have no intention of being engaged longer than a month. I hate hearing people say "fiancee" and I already know we're eloping to Savannah.

I met my Fiancé my senior yr of college. She was an incoming freshman, and her friend knew a guy in my hallway. They came up and asked me to buy them alcohol, I noticed her but was like, "no way too young." Apparently she noticed me too, apparently. In any event they were going to a party, and so were my friends, I showed up with the liquor and chatted a bit with them, and then mingled with other people. Progressively I got drunker and started to wax poetic about music and she, too being drunk, was enticed by my bs. I got her number and walked her home. Was too chickenshit to kiss her. Next day she called me and was really cute, awkward on the phone (she still is), and we ended up meeting for brunch at the dining hall. She was so shy. I remember I nearly broke up with her because when we hung out it was sometimes a one-sided convo. I remember too one time we went out to Harper's Ferry to look at stars and she wouldn't hold my hand in front of her friends. Haha. In any event, I stuck with it, cause well she was hot, and took her to another party, and broke out the ol' "do you like me more than a friend bit".

I proposed to her last Dec. during the Simpsons. Got down on my knee during a commerical break, and asked her.

How I did not wind up doing this probably puzzles my friends.

I think if I tried that shit I'd get kicked in the balls and she'd steal the ring before running off with the guy who plowed our driveway this morning. dude that's the laziest proposal ever. I salute you.

You were eyeing the tv, too, weren't you? Like "yeah, I love you too, yeah, totally, I'm so - oh shit it's back on!"

Yeah pretty much. We both love the Simpsons and worship it like a church so, yeah, it fit.

"SHHHHH. It's the Itchy and Scratchyland episode!"

big ups. there is no way i could tell if someone were cute or not at danny's, and i don't drink. every time i've been there, it's been way too dark. i didn't even see a friend of mine who was sitting two feet away the last time.

The fundraiser thing we originally met at was in a Church that was rented out for the day.

The Golf Club we were married at: The bar was in the room.

So we like to tell people we did things differently by meeting in a church and getting married in a bar.

I used to work with my fiancee's Mom. She introduced us about four years ago and we started hanging out as friends. One night, about two months later, we were watching tv on the floor in front of my fireplace. We fell asleep and woke up around 4 a.m. I drove her home and asked her if I could kiss her goodnight (she said yes). We've been together ever since.

I proposed this past April Fool's Day. We were walking around the lake in a local park. I got down on one knee and showed her the ring box. I believe my exact words were "What do you think?" She said "yes" and I opened the box...She was less than pleased to see a 101 Dalmations ring. I thought she'd throw me in the lake when I yelled "April Fools" and laughed my ass off. After she calmed down a bit, we continued to walk around the lake. While walking, I placed the real ring in the same box. I got down on one knee once again and gave the right kind of speech. She didn't take me seriously at first, and thought I was fooling her again (as if!)

We're getting married this July. She thinks I lost the 101 Dalmations ring, but I still have it. She'll get it back at the alter....and I'll be laughing my ass off once again.

Met my wife through an ex-girlfriend, who invited us both out drinking. We were just drinking buddies for around a year or so before anything got going. I can sleep with a girl I don't know, but I can't actually date one unless I have some friendship basis for the whole thing.

After a year or so, while hanging out with the same ex-girlfriend who still had a bit of a thing for me, we were all back at the same apartment when somewhere around 5:00 AM, after much substance abuse, the ex awoke to find me and the now wife together and began throwing things violently around the abode, cursing both of us and our families. After a short talk with the police who were summoned, my wife and I met up around the corner in a parking lot...which was amazing since neither of us told the other to meet up, we both just kinda knew we needed to blow the scene and were both hunting around for the other.

I proposed in the bar where meet up for our our firstofficial evening time date, which also included a Smashing Pumpkins concert. A couple years later, took her out for a lovely Italian meal and drinks...than just proposed, no bended knee and all that shit...just here's your ring, you crazy enough to live with me forever? Actually, she never said yes, just started crying. Come to think of it, she did the same thing on our wedding day, so I guess technically, she never really has agreed to anything. Either way, we've been hitched for 10 years.

And, yeah, marriage can be a giant pain in the ass, but its great other times too. A friend of ours once told us that marriage is one of those things that when its good, its about the best thing in the world and when it s bad, its about the worst thing in the world...pretty much gotta agree with that one. Oh yeah, and getting away from copious ingestion of ilicit substances makes it all much easier.

I've been married twice to the same woman. We've been married for 5+ years and I can't remember/ imagine my life without her. I proposed on Christmas Eve in 1999, when we were alone in my crappy apartment. We were also good friends for a few years before we dated.

She was an Au Pair from Sweden, and had an Au Pair friend from Australia who met my best friend at a dance club, so he dragged me along to their first date in case she didn't show up. She dragged Johanna with her for the same reason, but Johanna had a boyfriend, so like a good friend, I spent the evening by myself until he was ready to go home. Johanna hated me at first because I was nerdy and I thought she was a rude bitch. I won her over with my charm and sense of humor, and the rest is history.

Meh, we were never loud enough to be any good live. Cheap combo amps and $200 guitars can only take you so far nowadays. I have a cheap Half Stack and a broken electric guitar now so I'm in the market for a new, more annoying band.

Danny's has changed a bit in the last 6-7 years or so.
They remodeled the place and, while it is a bit "nicer", it lost a lot of the charm it had before. It was like being at a house party: tables set up with couches in individual rooms; backyard with a deck; an upstairs with two sitting rooms and a functional kitchen...

It was amazing.

Now, it's just cool.

Is it still too dark to see anyone clearly?

As of 2003, it was pretty poorly lit, yeah.