I have the best bride and groomsmen on the planet. My bachelor party was great success until it was just about over. Then everything went wrong. I blacked out so I personally don't know what happened but through the stories and friends I've been able to piece together a small part of that drama. Needless to say I know Im marrying the woman of my dreams and my friends are just so kewl. The only person I kind of got irate at the next day was my cousin who called me to tell me how horrible and terrible I was the night before. No friggin shite! I don't need you to rub it in, I had a hang over and I felt like an ass you don't need to rub it in. All I can say is that Im happy to still be around and grateful that nobody seems to hold any ill will towards me for the events of that night. While I was coherent it was a great night though.

I dropped more last night at work than I have in probably the whole year I've worked there. It was actually quite amusing, I work the same party every month so I've gotten to know some of tha guys who've worked for that company for a while. They asked how I was, how my daughter is and such I told them about my bachelor party and how I wasn't quite up to par yet, when I proceeded to drop drinks, pitchers, and plates. Oh what a glorious bloodbath of dishes and flatware it was. The most uttered phrase of the evening was, “You're right you really haven't recovered from the party.” It was true I wasn't really ready to wait tables but I needed too because these guys hook up tha tip and are pretty easy to deal with. So yeah I made a bit of extra cash so hopefully we might be able to rent a car for this weekend.

I think Im finally experiencing a lil bit of the pre-wedding jitters. I've had a couple of disturbing dreams. The first consisted of us being in London hanging out at this kewl Pub I stumbled into on my first visit. My friends were all around, but they were talking about H leaving and such. Taun-taun, one of my old friends starts being a total bitch about the whole ordeal and keeps threatening to keep my daughter away from me and other such nonsense. So I just getting irritated and walked out. She followed me out and apologized and offered me a ride to my house since H should be done packing up and getting ready to leave. We leave in this huge and I mean huge European moving van. It was probably twice as big as Im used to seein em. Then we drove through a shopping mall because she was taking a short cut. We were pulled over by some cops for speeding, so I just got out and started walking. I ended up wandering into a doctor's office and ran into my mother and H. I tried to talk to H and ask her why she was leaving my life, but she ignored me. T wandered in and began to scream that H didn't need or want me in her life anymore. That I was worthless and not fit to be around H, mother chimed in as did H. I woke up trying to open the door to leave with them screaming at me. That's probably the first time I've woken up actually angry and hurt. Luckily H stayed asleep for another hour and it gave me time to cool down and realize that this was just a dream.

The second one I've actually forgotten, all I know is it involved cars and Riley and I leaving H. Weird. Do you know what it means?

So other than all these thoughts life is good and I think Im ready to get married. I think.