My buddy who's getting married keeps waiting to the last fucking minute to tell me things.
One monday we're talking and he says "can we borrow your truck to get a mattress?"
Sure, I'm driving it but I'll pick it up. So the next evening after work, I call him and he wants me to come over and hang out, ok I had a shitty day and I didn't want to hang out. So I say we're gonna get the mattress and I'm going home.
Then I ask him where the place was. He doesn't know. WTF?
So I look up directions and tell him how to get there. We go and pick it up, drop it off at his new apartment and I go home. He even admitted he could have planned it better.
Just now he texts me and says business casual for the rehearsal, no jeans.
WTF?
A. It's a fucking rehearsal.
B. You're going to fucking tell me this TWO DAYS before the rehearsal? I don't have/don't like khaki pants that are still decent looking.
So then I ask about khaki shorts, he says no... it's against the rules.
A. IT'S A FUCKING REHEARSAL.
B. Who's setting this fucked up rules for a wedding REHEARSAL?!?
ha... "our rules"... Meaning Lauras rules. She's gotta get out more.
I can understand the tux for a damn wedding, it's an event. But a fucking rehearsal has rules? Who's making up this stupid retarded bullshit?
One monday we're talking and he says "can we borrow your truck to get a mattress?"
Sure, I'm driving it but I'll pick it up. So the next evening after work, I call him and he wants me to come over and hang out, ok I had a shitty day and I didn't want to hang out. So I say we're gonna get the mattress and I'm going home.
Then I ask him where the place was. He doesn't know. WTF?
So I look up directions and tell him how to get there. We go and pick it up, drop it off at his new apartment and I go home. He even admitted he could have planned it better.
Just now he texts me and says business casual for the rehearsal, no jeans.
WTF?
A. It's a fucking rehearsal.
B. You're going to fucking tell me this TWO DAYS before the rehearsal? I don't have/don't like khaki pants that are still decent looking.
So then I ask about khaki shorts, he says no... it's against the rules.
A. IT'S A FUCKING REHEARSAL.
B. Who's setting this fucked up rules for a wedding REHEARSAL?!?
ha... "our rules"... Meaning Lauras rules. She's gotta get out more.
I can understand the tux for a damn wedding, it's an event. But a fucking rehearsal has rules? Who's making up this stupid retarded bullshit?