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Sorry it’s taken so long to get around to this rather important news update.  It’s been a busy week.  See, there’s been a major change in my life.  Like, permanently altering kind of change.

Last year, Valentine’s Day was good.  It was the first one in a while I’d had that I got to spend with someone.  No more Single’s Awareness Day.  And for what was probably the first time in my life, I did well at it.  I genuinely put forth a good effort, and I impressed Michaele, and even surprised myself.  I don’t generally credit myself with being a romantically creative person.  Much to the contrary actually.

This year, big problem.  I used up all my good ideas!  Basically, I set my bar too high for myself, and this year I was left scrambling trying to come up with something good enough so that last year wasn’t just a fluke.  I managed to come up with a couple things, like a nice photo session for us (we don’t actually have any really good pictures of ourselves together), but I still found myself falling short.

So, simple solution.  I proposed.  That’s gotta top last year, right?  The only problem is…now what do I do next year?

I’m kidding, I didn’t propose just to top last year, that’d be a terrible reason.  I did it because Michaele is about as awesome a girlfriend as a guy could have.  But more importantly…

SHE SAID YES! 

Well, in 8 months I have officially seen two of my good friends take the long walk.  Talk about probably the most brutal wake up call one gets with respect to growing up.  Grey hair, bills, jobs, none of it really compares I think.  But regardless, nice service, no objections, hot as balls outside.  That I blame on you.  See the new pictures I posted for a couple weddingish related photos of me.

Some of us went out and beat my ass at minigolf later that evening.  Since when the hell do I suck so bad at minigolf?  Explain it to me.  Those little balls are so terribly disappointing and yet menacing.  They mock me to hit them straight into the big hole.  Then they giggle with each other when the ball hops of the green and merrily rolls towards some other random green.  I love adjectives.  Yet stick me on a pool table and I’m fine.  At least minigolf is only $1.00 back home instead of three here.  I’m going to start spending more time out there.  I cannot allow myself to be defied in this manner any longer.

Went to see You, Me, and Dupree.  Let me be the first, and by first I mean twenty-millionth, to say that anything with Kate Hudson is worth seeing once.  I fear Owen Willson might be getting snowballed into the same goofy, loveable sidekick roles.  Overall the movie felt like the bastard child of Three’s Company and Wedding Crashers while it was cheating on Meet the Parents.  Not that that’s a bad thing.  In fact it definately had that "let’s appeal to everyone so we make more money" appeal.  A philosophy that has been working well for movies like The 40 Year Old Virgin and Wedding Crashers. Michael Douglas felt very much like an actor searching for a way to make another character’s role unique, and by that I am refering to Robert de Niro as Jack Byrnes.  He didn’t so much manage.  I mean, he did fine, but it just felt very already done.  I’m going to write a movie.  I’m gonna call it Hello, Meet My Asshole Dad!  And it will star Douglas and de Niro playing fathers vying for their repsective daughters’ attention, all the while trying to destroy their relationship with their wacky boyfriends.  Owen Wilson will play the boyfriends’ loveable mutual sidekick.

My eyes hurt.  They are really dry, despite application of delicious moisturizing drops.  It’s quite annoying.  I hate to say it, but I can’t wait to get to the eye doctor.  I think my eye strain is a large source of suffering for me at the moment.