a tangled web

it’s been a while since i complained about a news article but i just found one that got me going.

a couple in halifax was engaged but didn’t see eye to eye on the wedding planning — he wanted something cheaper, she wanted something more expensive — so the guy postponed the wedding. in response, the woman ended the relationship altogether.

then they went to court to fight over who got to keep the $19,000 engagement ring. there were texts of him telling her she could keep the ring but i guess he hadn’t meant it, or maybe he had a change of heart. she said she just wanted to sell the ring to pay off debt incurred from planning the wedding. now the guy has claimed bankruptcy so neither of them get the ring — the bank gets it.

what a disaster, and what a perfect example of how petty and cruel human beings can be, even to the people we claim to love and cherish the most. it’s a good thing these clowns didn’t actually tie the knot.

my problems with this story are:

  1. a couple not being able to come to a compromise on wedding plans, and ultimately breaking up over them, is absolutely pathetic.
  2. both people going into debt just planning a wedding — not even getting to the wedding itself — is also pathetic.
  3. spending $19,000 on a ring is beyond pathetic. not to mention that the diamond industry is horrific in its treatment of workers and the environment, and carefully controls their own market to inflate prices ridiculously. every sensible person should boycott diamonds.
  4. despite their apparent dire financial straits, the couple managed at one point to afford a trip to mexico together for which the small claims adjudicator ordered the woman pay her ex back $3000. i can’t believe that a financially strapped couple would drop this kind of money on a vacation.

it’s all so depressing. i hate seeing evidence that these kind of people really do exist. i mean, i bitch about them all the time but i rarely see this kind of detailed evidence of them so this is a real mindfuck. did i mention he has his full name tattooed on his left bicep along with the words “reign” and “journey” in a crossword puzzle style? i’m not sure if those are the terrible names he picked for his poor, unfortunate children, or if they’re merely words the big cornball finds inspirational. he also has numerous other lame inspirational tattoos that mention dedication and being strong and have lots of ellipses. why do people overuse ellipses so much now, anyway? what a fucking ghastly trend that is.

man, there’s a lot to hate about this one little news story.


the unhappy couple themselves. what a surprise that a competitive bodybuilder would turn out to be crazy.


la woman

just like i thought, summer really has finally begun. last saturday, jenn and i went to helgi and kyle’s wedding. we left there around 10 pm to meet liz and head to julia’s sister’s wedding but by the time we met up with liz, i was feeling bagged. i figured i would drop jenn and liz off at the cobble hill hall and then head home. but once we got there and hung out with steve, amanda, spencer, julia, and dana for a few minutes, i got my second wind. i thought, “i’ll just stick around for a bit and see how i feel,” and before long i was requesting rock lobster (which everyone hated, as evidenced by the suddenly empty dance floor) and rasputin (which everyone loved and returned to the dance floor for). everyone was having a great time.

empty dance floors be damned. the b-52s are awesome.

at 1 am, the hall shut down so we delivered some kegs to dana, spencer, and julia’s place and moved the party there. it was such a good group of people. i hadn’t met many of olivia and tyler’s friends before, and they were great. i hope we merge friend circles at some point.

the dancing continued and got better and better until it finally culminated (in my mind, anyway) with LA woman by the doors, at the request of a good dude i had just met, jordan. i’m a huge doors fan and obviously already loved LA woman but that night, the swaggering sexuality and rollicking, debaucherous vibe of that song really knocked my dick into the dirt like never before. it took all the fun and hedonism that had gradually percolated throughout the night and brought it to a rolling boil. i may as well have been a drunk in a wood-floored bar in buttfuck nowhere USA in the 70s, shaking my ass to the greatest bar rock band i’ve ever heard. that’s how intoxicating it was.

love em

there was no topping those surreal 8 minutes so we headed home and jenn drunkenly passed out in bed with a half a peanut butter and jam sandwich on her chest.

what a great night. summer 2015 lives.

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