I am here to entertain you.
I am here to entertain you.
Stephanie Sullivan of W3Conversions e-mailed Friday to report that she and her fiancee, Greg Rewis, got engaged March 2 via Twitter.
The couple live in different cities and travel constantly, so the tweet engagement made sense for them.
“I thought it was the most romantic proposal ever!” writes Sullivan.
“And he surprised me with the ring when we met on my layover in PHX (on our way to SXSW to speak).”
Here’s the current contender for first Twitter proposal:
The proposal: “@stefsull – ok. for the rest of the twitter-universe (and this is a first, folks) – WILL YOU MARRY ME?”
Sullivan’s reply: “@garazi – OMG – Ummmmm… I guess in front of the whole twitter-verse I’ll say — I’d be happy to spend the rest of my geek life with you.”
Rewis’ justification for using Twitter rather than getting down on bended knee or using another, more modern, proposal ritual: “Screw Times Square! THIS, my friends, is the way to propose to a beautiful, wonderful woman!”
‘wow, I haven’t seen you since you were, like, a teenager!’ — Darryl messaged Angela
First Facebook message July 12, 2011 7:05pm
“Ang just thought she saw your Angela.” — Mom responds to Darryl
Momma responded July 20, 2011 5:13am
Via SMS; Accepted Facebook Friend Request: August 8, 2011 6:29am.
I saw her first.
My friend Cap is a writer. Or at least he went to school for writing, and he writes, and it is good. And seeing’s how I use too many commas, I admire Cap’s writing. Go check out his stuff. Deeply personal, and beautifully descriptive.
showed us what the world
was made of. Invisible wounds
before our eyes, and our mouths
sucked in air.”
Okay, so I admit it. I felt alone. Lonely.
It seemed that my closest friends were all taking time off to reflect, and I selfishly wondered, what the hell? What about me? I needed my friends this weekend! Okay, okay, so I won’t doubt that I am needed, thought of, loved and wanted again! The universe, or whatever, is sending me a message and I hear it loud and clear!
Just after posting the letter, I receive the following text message from yet another friend:
“Wish you were here. Having girl troubles and always enjoyed getting your perspective on things. :-)”
“I need you to need me!” – Letters to Cleo. It’s good to be needed.
One friend spent and hour and half listening to every detail of my broken heart. And from another friend, a beautiful letter…
One by one, what I thought was lost is returning to me.
I don’t know how it happened but you have incredible insight into me and my life. The other night you totally pegged my previous relationships and now you’re right on with my wishes/hope/desire to find my one. Its funny, I’m really starting to get to the point in my life where I’m ready to share my love, happiness, success, etc w/someone. Anyway, I attribute your nailing my thoughts to your insight, the fact that you listen, and mostly, b/c we’ve really become “great friends.”
That is what i’m most grateful for, and yes, i look forward to everything that you discussed, the flirting 🙂 , hangin on the couch watchin’ chic flicks, eating at yummy restaurants, etc. Honestly, having you here has really been a blessing for me. Its just great to have someone that knows me beyond work, residency, the hospital and the military. Someone that i’ve known for sometime for a for away land, if you will …. not that Seattle is too far, but I hope you get my dramatic effect! anyway, i think we identify with each other moreso that with our other friends b/c we have a depth to our relationship that comes from our time in seattle together. That is special to me.
I’m really happy for you that you’re going to Italy for the holidays. I know when i left in October it was an absolute godsend as it cleared my head, gave me perspective again and reminded me that i’m a happy person. Hopefully it will do the same for you. Its a magical place. I can’t wait to hear about your travels …. before I forget, bring me some olive oil! thanks.
Well, I’ve got three more nights to go and it can’t come a moment too soon. I’m really getting old for this sht. Anywho, looking forward to watchin’ sex and the city with ya over a bottle of vino. mmmm good.
I have a friend who feels the need to tell me on occasion that I am not her best friend. Beyond the fact that I don’t really
feel the need to be made aware of this, it doesn’t bother me much. That’s just the way it is.
What confounded me this weekend is the realization that she expects me to continue to give the best to her. She didn’t get reserved seating, so she automatically expects that I’m going to take her. I would never expect that from a friend. It’s just mind boogling to me how someone could expect that. You tell me I’m not your best friend, but you expect me to treat you like one? I don’t think so.
Worst yet, it’s not about sharing an experience together, about attending the show with me specifically… it’s just about having a better seat.
“Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters.” — Dave, Best of What’s Around
So I’ve honestly thought about giving her both reserved seating tickets. I’d just head out to the lawn to share the experience with my friends who didn’t have the chance to get a little closer look. Although my impulse is to give for the greater good, and perhaps prove my point a bit, I’m going to hold off. Dave has always been incrediably special concert for me, and who knows who I might want to share the experience with, and from a great vantage point.
So one more complaint… (I’m ranting here, because I don’t really feel like it’s worth bothering telling my friend how I feel) the Maktub show was awesome. I was a bit of an idiot and didn’t really think about the possible effects of three Long Island Ice Tea’s. This was my first time drinking one, and boy, are they powerful. Well, the complaint is more about the fact that I was having a merry ol’ time, but meanwhile my buddy kept bugging me about who I was talking to. At times I was chatting with Ash too much… “Making him think that there could be a second chance…” Then I was giving Joel too much attention, and not enough to Jared. There were several behavior-modifying comments along the way.
I was totally fed up. I had told her before, and again, that I’m not trying to date Jared, we’re not going out, we’re just friends. There was no reason for me to treat him any differently than I would before. If anything I ended up staying a bit further away because of her prodding. I don’t remember what the last straw was, but I do remember thinking “that’s it!” and going to the bathroom to escape for a moment. She followed me, and then my happy bubble was shattered. That’s when I turned into an idiot. Whenever I get frustrated or emotional I end up missing my family and friends. This was not the time to have that happen.
I ended up sitting against the wall for a second, and wondered what it would be like to have Jess around still. A few tears escaped, and then I walked back into the crowd with my friend close behind. I guess Ash was upset at me, although I really didn’t notice or understand at the time. (Remember, I was slightly less perceptive than normal.)
Leaving the show was a bit of a blur. Joel linked arms with me and was trying to be a comfort. I think he felt sorry for me missing my family. Later he told me that Ashley told him that I do this every time I drink. The fact that he walked with me after being informed as such was all the more surprising to me.
In the end, there is no excuse. I’m a tough girl, and I’ve got to get it together. But I wonder what I’m supposed to do when I have friends that end up making me feel like a lesser person, or some how never quite good enough.
It’s hard, in times like this, not to wish you could just go back to yesterday. The past may be gone but I look upon it so fondly. The day’s where I wasn’t so beaten, battered and bruised from life. When your friends were people you had built several Kingdom Hall’s with, and were people who shared your dreams. When relationships weren’t so hard. When it was easy to tell people that you love them. When it was easier to make everything okay. When I was me.
“I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I won’t tell you to stay
But I’m coming to much more
“Oh, isn’t it strange
How we move our lives for another day?
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should wash us all away?
Just thinking out loud
Don’t mean to dwell on this dying thing
But look at my blood
It’s alive right now,
And deep and sweet within
Pouring through our veins
Intoxicate moving wine to tears
And drinking it deep
Then an evening spent dancing
It’s you and me…
This love will open our world
From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright
Oh, there’s much more than we see here
Don’t burn the day away
Is this not enough?
This blessed sip of life,
Is it not enough?
Staring down at the ground
Oh, then complain and pray for more from above,
You greedy little pig
Stop, just watch your world trickle away
Oh, it’s your problem now
It’ll all be dead and gone in a few short years
Just love will open our eyes
Just love will put the hope back in our minds
Much more than we could ever know
Oh, so don’t burn the day away
Don’t burn the day away
And don’t burn the day away…
Look, here are we
On this starry night, staring into space
And I must say
I feel as small as dust lying down here
What point could there be troubling?
Head down wondering what will become of me?
Why concern we cannot see
But no reason to abandon it
The time is short but that’s all right
Maybe I’ll go in the middle of the night
Take your hands from your eyes, my love
All good things must come to an end some time
But don’t burn the day away
Don’t burn the day away…
Come sister, my brother
Shake up your bones, shake up your feet
I’m saying open up
And let the rain come flooding in
Wash out this tired notion
That the best is yet to come
But while you’re dancing on the ground
Don’t think of when you’re gone
Love, love, love, what more is there?
‘Cause we need the light of love in here
Don’t beat your head
Dry your eyes
Let the love in there
There’re bad times
But that’s okay
Just look for love in it.”
Music is a huge deal to me in my life. By extension concerts are a big deal too. I’ve been to amazing concerts in amazing places, but what I’ve learned about is that it’s not about the band you see, or where you see them, it’s all about who you see them with. It’s a holistic experience.
In January I get the chance to see Travis play again, and Dave w/ Friends. I want to have an unencumbered good time. I want another one of those magical experiences seeing such amazing bands with an amazing friend. I want to sway to the music and lose myself in the night. I’m so worried that won’t happen. I’m anxious that it will be awkward and I’ll regret my choice.
I hope that there will be signs before hand so that can feel comfortable with taking him. Otherwise, I hate to say it but I’d rather retract an invitation and invite someone else, than to go and be disappointed with the experience together. Thing is, there isn’t anyone else I want to invite.
So yeah, I’ll admit I’m a little girl pouting. Cross your fingers for me?
Hey my friend,
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your times with me
Would you say you’re feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind
See, you and me
Had a better time than most can dream of
Had it better than the best
And so can we pull on through?
Whatever tears at her
Whatever holds her down
And if nothing can be done
She’ll make the best of what’s around
Turns out not where but who you’re with
That really matters
Ryan Parker died this past Thursday night in a drunk driving accident at three in the morning.
Please think twice.
Jessica Bull—my best friend—died March 9, 1997.
Here’s to you kid, my favorite Green Day fan of all.
[blockquote] Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don’t ask why.
It’s not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It’s something unpredicatable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it’s worth,
it was worth all the while.
It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.[/blockquote]