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07/28/2003

July 28, 2003 at 8:00 am

nobody knows: chronicle of an unsigned band. featuring the world famous fooled by april

harvey sid fisher. words cannot describe this genius.
we ate like complete pigs this weekend. and we’re paying for it today. indian, pizza, mexican…
duxbury beach
susanne’s first visit to the original pizzeria regina
has the shoe search finally come to an end?
we finally booked our honeymoon. mostly. positano, here we come.
after a grueling week and a half, our unfinished furniture is finally finished.
the new AC actually cools down our place nicely.
in the ultimate test of our relationship, susanne and i went to the sox-yanks game together on sunday night. i’m happy to say that we are still speaking, and most importantly, the sox won.
bootsie got married. the first of the coming rush of weddings.
our search for a boston panna 2 replacement continues. punjabi dhaba just didn’t cut it
coldplay’s the scientist. i’m pretty sure i could listen to this song on repeat for about a week straight and not get sick of it. i can’t remember the last song i could say that about.

July 21, 2003 at 8:00 am

d-man has left the building
3-day weekends
this noodle soup recipe
getting all of the thank-you notes done in 2 days
dinner with everyone at dok bua on friday night
having harriet and dickie over for lobsters and mussels on saturday
finishing our furniture. you wouldn’t even recognize the stuff
after 5 years without one, i finally bought a printer.
power outages at work
eating most of our meals outside
more fun gifts
queer eye for the straight guy
the restaurant
laurel canyon
the guy dancing in front of us at fooled by april. he was doing some mean hip shaking.

July 14, 2003 at 8:00 am

our engagement party. dickie and harriet really outdid themselves this time. that’s why it’s fun being the youngest.
a weekend full of family
east coast grill. my favorite place to take people when they’re treating.
finally getting the last of the unpacked boxes out of the living room. now they’re in the basement.
charlie and bare cove gourmet
the thank you note writing begins
we opened our gifts at about 2am on saturday. i think we were a little delirious at that point of the evening.
i think mike, tom, john, and susanne’s brother and cousin managed to polish off the tequilla without causing any commotion
registry tracking
“you’re a pretty girl, so i wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself.”
lots of nice sharp knives, shiny pans, and sparkly new glasses, dishes, flatware, and china
getting bad-full at blue ribbon BBQ
in a fitting finale, d-man and i were wearing matching outfits.
d-man’s last stand
hoola glasses and the cherry pitter

July 7, 2003 at 8:00 am

the one-year “anniversary”
no. 9 park
the second annual yinner-palooza
it wasn’t nearly as ridiculously hot as it was last year
we finally have patio furniture.
we eat more squid than anyone else we know
the cab that got us home from yinner’s on the 4th. was storrow drive even open to cars?
no cape traffic
finally, a new summer suit
sunday at jon and carolyn’s pool
the new poolside basketball hoop. and the comedy of watching jon and i trying to set it up
“look at these things! whose are these things?”
i didn’t actually fry my computer. thank god
jon’s gazpacho is the best i’ve ever had
my finger grew back