Kathie's wedding was Saturday night. Jeremy Earnest, Slye and Silke all met up at our house before the wedding and we went together in Jeremy's car.
On the drive downtown, we invented a new sex term. It's really disgusting. We were listening to the radio and a PJ Harvey song came on. Ally asked if we knew what the PJ stood for. I had no idea, so I blurted out "Poop Jizz". When asked what "poop jizz" was, I decided off the top of my head that it is what happens when going to the bathroom after having anal sex. Gross, right?
The nastiness didn't stop there though. Once in the church, waiting for the wedding to start, Slye pointed out a stained glass window depicting Jesus praying with a shaft of light from heaven shining on his face. He calls across the pew to me and says a bit too loudly, "look, Jesus is getting a facial from God!" If it wasn't yet certain, we're definitely going to hell now.
After the wedding, we went to the reception. The food was good, and the free Bridgeport IPA was good while it lasted. Sarah Skoglund was one of the bridesmaids, so it was sort of a nice mini high school reunion. We eventually had to drink free Coors Light, but by this time we were dancing and making fun of the wasted girls that Jeremy was dancing with, asking him if he was going to be giving them PJ's later that night.
We left Jeremy at the reception and took his car to the A&L for a few more drinks before bed. Slye and Silke are luckily both thin enough to fit on our couch together. I'm told that they slept well.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
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7 comments:
its sara daigh
i've known her since grade school and never called her that ... i'm not about to start now
I hear she's going by PJ Hoaglund now.
oh jesus adam!
It's great to poke fun at someone who you don't even really know.
You should try it sometime, it's fun.
I'm confused though, are you making fun of PJ Harvey or Sara Skoglund?
That's the beauty of it. What does it mean? Is it a double entendre? Is it referring to Poop Jizz or Polly Jean?
We'll never know, nor likely care.
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