Ran into a friend the night before last at the bar downtown for the first time in, like, 8 months. We used to be fairly good friends (back when I was heavy on the club scene, we'd see each other at least twice a week at the clubs) but now I don't see him much at all anymore. Definatly wasn't planning on sending an invite to the wedding. Anyways, he heard I was getting married, offered congrats, and informed me that he better be getting an invitation. And as taken aback as I was, my response was "Yeah, sure!" Damnit. Yet another name to add to the list. Nugget = big giant weenie.

If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, I'd put shoes on the cat.
