The Last Homely House
General => Council of Cobra => Topic started by: FM on July 13, 2010, 06:30:58 AM
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So, yeah, I'm getting married tomorrow. Since both me and her get an 8-day license (instead of the normal 3-day one), we're going to Paris and London, leaving tomorrow night. This both explains my absence lately, and the shorter online periods to come. I'll still hang around, though.
See you on the other side!
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Congrats mate, best wishes. Its the best decision you'll ever make, its awesome!
Enjoy!
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Congrats! Marriage is, dare I say, better than LotR. Enjoy it.
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So, yeah, I'm getting married tomorrow. Since both me and her get an 8-day license (instead of the normal 3-day one), we're going to Paris and London, leaving tomorrow night. This both explains my absence lately, and the shorter online periods to come. I'll still hang around, though.
See you on the other side!
Congrats!!!
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Congrats, man. I was a groomsman at a wedding last weekend and it was a blast.
All the best.
-wtk
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Congrats...been married now for 7 years, and though it ir rough now and than, it is satisfying to the max....see it like climbing the K2 :lol: when you have reached the top, you forgot all the crap you have been through...marriage is like constantly reaching a top ;)
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Congratulations on your marriage, Felipe.
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Congrats!
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9R+1
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9R+1
:gp:
-wtk
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9R+1
Add 2 burdens to play a ring...
erm...
I mean congratulations F_M!
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Btw, I'm posting our "Newlyweds Log" here, in parts. Hope you'll have a laugh off of it.
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congrats on tying the knot Felipe! Any chance she plays LOTR ;) and I expect pictures of the lovely couple. :)
I now that I have made my promised weekly appearance for Lem0nhead, I'm off again :P
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HONEYMOON'S LOG
Day 0: Wedding’s Eve
So, it was settled. Me and my fiancée decided that we’d only do the civil wedding, and hit the road, using the tickets my stepfather gave to us to have the dream honeymoon: Paris (to which we added London, as well, shortly thereafter, something I now thank her a lot for).
After setting things up at work, one thing remained: pack our bags, and prepare for the journey (both of them, the trip and the journey to life), which is when things started to get taxing.
You see, my fiancée is really cool. Like, supercool. Enough that she was my best friend before we got involved, and also my winggirl at work (we used to work together until shortly before we started going out as more than friends). Nonetheless, she was a mess. PMS, nervous about having never gone so far away from home before (the farthest was Argentina, which I took her to last year, which was also her first time on a plane), nervous about going somewhere she has no idea what’s going on (she only speaks a bit of Spanish), about getting married (anyone who’s gone through this knows, even though we had been living together for 6 months, getting LEGALLY married scares you a bit), about changing her name (she’s Mrs. Musco now ;) ), so on, so forth.
So, by the time I was calmly sitting down, sipping some hot soup (it’s winter here) and lambasting her with questions while mentally reviewing what she had to have in her luggage, she was walking in circles (poor lower-floor neighbour, I feel for him) and completely unable to think at all. So I gave up, and started packing BOTH our bags.
We were done at 8 p.m., at which time we ordered a pizza (she was in no condition to be near fire, hot metal and/or sharp objects, so no cooking for her, and I’m not very good at it) and went to bed, since we were both exhausted (she, probably due to all the walking).
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lol, seems as there's lots of fun stuff coming to me in the future...
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Good luck! Me and my girl, we skipped the wedding thing and went straight to baby thing. We're now expecting, September 1st is the term. She's scared like #$&*@!. Her problem is, she prepares a lot for everything, she wants everything to be perfect and while she was "preparing" she found out many things about giving birth including seeing a movie of actual birth. She's now scared like #$&*@!.
My point is, don't let your girl prepare for that stuff. ;)
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No worries there, we agreed we'll only think about babies after I became a Judge.
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lol, seems as there's lots of fun stuff coming to me in the future...
Are you engaged?
-wtk
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Day 1: The Wedding, and starting the journey
After getting up 30 minutes before the set time, we got dressed and left home. We considered what to have for breakfast, but seeing as we were both REALLY nervous it didn’t seem all that appealing, so we just went and… SURPRISE, the ENTIRE STREET where the establishment was located was under work. Seriously, there was no lanes anymore, just dirt and rocks, it seemed like a meteor had crashed there. We ignored the ominously sign and went in (we had already ignored the fact that my mother simply ceased to talk to me because of the wedding, and later the fact that my in laws arrived 1 minute prior to the start of the ceremony, so, what the #$&*@!). We also ignored the fact that the pen would not work when it was time for us to sign the certificate.
The Peace Judge asked us if we wanted to say some words, to which I replied: “She gave me the wrong hand to put the ring on, she’s been shaking all morning and she didn’t sleep a single minute last night. Do you WANT her to run off the door? I’ve put my biggest friends standing there for a reason, you know, get this over with!” At least I got her to laugh, which eased her off a lot, and after that, we FINALLY got married, loading off 30 tons from our shoulders and finally breathing normally again.
My stepfather took us to lunch with 2 of my 3 sisters (the ones that could make it, 1 sister and 1 brother absent due to living too far away and because I decided to get married on a freaking Wednesday morning), and then we just chilled at his house before he drove us to the airport. I ended up falling asleep (who could blame me?), and woke up late and in a hurry to leave, and by the time we FINALLY had beaten traffic and made it to the airport, I realized I left my backpack with all our money, passports, tickets and vouchers at his house. Fortunately, my stepdad floored it so much we made it there and back again in 30 minutes, and after a short flight to São Paulo, we were ready to leave.
This is when things went off. Now, being born in Rio, it’s already my duty to hate São Paulo and the people from there, but this trip added insult to injury. We went to the company’s check-in counter, and they had placed us in different seats. Not a big deal, it was still a pair of sits by the window, only at a different place. However, there was a middle-aged blonde raining #$&*@! on them, because she booked tickets for her entire family 2 months in advance, and they had ALL been scattered through the plane, with no apparent reason aside from “our system did that, sorry, nothing we can do”, and we ended up getting caught in the middle of it.
Well, after some name-calling and some swearing (and by “some”, I mean 1 hour and 4 different superiors), they were all seated together again (I guess there WAS something they could do after all), and it was time to go through Customs. The airport has some 50-70 boarding Gates, but everyone goes through the same set of double-doors and single-file line, where there was 10 counters, with a total of 2 people working. Nice. Oh, did I mention the air conditioning was not working, and it was 35º C? Yeah, not pretty. Also, the workers were grumpy, impolite and borderline idiotic, with one of them freaking out and yelling at me that I couldn’t go in with my BOTTLE OF WATER, WHICH I WAS DRINKING! I almost asked him if he thought I was some sort of demigod that could drink lighter fluid or poison, but my wife advised me against it, which sounded wise. And they can’t seem to fathom why we hate them so much, go figure…
After we went through the Gates of #$&*@!, we finally got to actually go through the Gate to our plane, and we were off for a 10-hour flight, in which hopefully we’d get some sleep… or so we thought, until some #$&*@! kids started not to cry, but to SCREAM. Seriously, I thought they were being gutted or something. And their parents just sat there talking between them, not saying a single word to the spawn of Hades they called children. Watch some Jo Frost, for crying out loud!
Because of the earsplitting noise, I couldn’t find a comfortable position on that goddamned seat, so I kept rolling around (and I’m not scrawny), meaning NONE of us got any sleep AT ALL in the end. I only prayed things went perfectly from there onwards, or I’d be the fastest divorced man on Earth that neither said the wrong name at the altar nor was found unfaithful on the wedding day.
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Hahahah... I know it's not nice to laugh at someone's misfortune, but I can't help myself ;)
Oh, did I mention the air conditioning was not working, and it was 35º C?
What kind of winter is that? :o
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What kind of winter is that? :o
Welcome to winter in Brazil. At least anywhere NOT in the south of Brazil (where I happen to live now, which IS cold during the winter, although not snow-level cold).
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Well, the definition of the word "cold", when stated by Brazilians, is a bit different than ours.. ;) cold for me is like 5 degrees C or less.
Yesterday, it was 10 degrees C cold in here; welcome to midsummer in Zürich. ;)
lol, seems as there's lots of fun stuff coming to me in the future...
Are you engaged?
-wtk
well, lets say it like that: she's in the US now, and she'll come back next year, bt still, she will be longer at school than I am. I'll tell you sometimes else. ;)
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Yes, winter in the SOUTH of Brazil is liek that as well, we get from 10 C to 4 C on the colder days. It snows in some cities higher off the ground.
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Yes, winter in the SOUTH of Brazil is liek that as well, we get from 10 C to 4 C on the colder days. It snows in some cities higher off the ground.
That's still no winter If you ask me. Even though I have strange predispositions towards heat (I am ALWAYS hot, I walk in T-Shirts during winter and still sweat and winters here go below 0 ºC. You don't wanna know about my summers.) 4-10 ºC is early spring temperature.
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true. -4 to -10 degrees is winter, and as I mentioned before, that example above was like 5 days ago.. midsummer...
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Day 2: Walkabout
We had planned to take advantage of the nice weather, before it turned around, and decided that, on our second day, we’d make the trip to Versailles, to visit the Imperial Palace of Luis XV and Marie Antoinette. So, even though we were very tired, I set my cell phone’s alarm clock for 6 o’clock (you know, because apparently placing a wake up call in a hotel didn’t seem like a good idea – mainly because I’m an idiot).
So, we woke up fully rested, even though we only slept a little over 4 hours, and we even did so before the alarm went off! Yeah, I know, something wasn’t adding up. I reached for my phone, only to find it dead (without giving up as much as a single warning, mind you), and a little glance at my watch later, we were making new plans – you know, plans that could be done by leaving the hotel at 10 a.m. (note to self, PLACE WAKE UP CALLS, MORON!!).
We went down for breakfast, and it was really nice, since I could have all the authentic Brazilian orange juice I wanted – oh, wait… Well, at least I COULD have all the Nutella Chocolate Crepes I wanted (which ended up being around 7-8), but their coffee sucked horribly, so I ended up having Crepes with Evian water basically every morning – mind you, still awesome.
We settled on going to the Louvre, and afterwards taking the walk through Avenue du Champs Elysée to the Arc du Triomphe (going through the Louvre’s Garden, the Square and the Egyptian Obelisk in the process), for a start (after all, we checked the map and it was only, like, 500-700 meters).
We made it to the Louvre, and after a really fast-moving line, we had tickets to go inside the World’s Greatest Art Sanctuary.
We spent the rest of the morning, as well as most of the afternoon, admiring the beautiful pieces, as well as the beautiful Museum itself – best-lit museum I’ve ever seen, even without a flash the photos came out great.
We made it to the Mona Lisa’s room, where after dodging the 200,000 Japanese tourists and the 450,000 Arab ones, we got to be really close to it (5 meters away), and a nice German chap offered to take our picture, which came out great, by the way.
Later, I was about to take a picture of Luis XV’s crown (amazing, by the way, google it up) when my batteries died. “No problem”, I thought, “just go to the museum store – one of the 5-6 ones they have in there – and by some new ones” (we’d forgotten the fully charged ones in the hotel, due to leaving in a rush). So, OF COURSE, not a single one of them sold batteries. We ended up settling for buying new ones AFTER we left the place, since our feet were killing us enough already to hike all the way back to the entrance, out, and back in again.
We left the Louvre at stopped at Starbucks (guaranteed to get you decent coffee anywhere in the world and I was in dire need of some White Mocha), got a frappuccino to go (and a White Mocha on site) and went gift shopping on the street right behind the Museum, while we went around it to get to the Gardens and the Small Arch.
What a marvelous place! The gardens are something completely alien to me, to actually see THAT many people just chilling on a square, reading by a fountain, and the sculptures!
Anyway, we locked our target in (the Great Arch), using the Egyptian Obelisk midway as aim, and got to walking. When we made it to the Obelisk, we had ALREADY walked half a mile, and the Arch wasn’t even bigger on our sight yet! SERIOUSLY, maps need ACCURATE SCALES!
We at last made it to Champs Elysée, and of course the missus took over there, driving me into a 75% off sale at the Gap (nothing good, in the end), and then to a 30-minute line (slowest one in all our time in France) for visiting the mothership (which is Louis Vitton), to see a bunch of arab women buying 3-4 2,000 euro purses each – in cash! Oh, yeah, and apparently, one of them had a D&D Dungeon, since she was buying what I can only describe as a large Louis Vitton treasure chest, for about 60,000 euros (yes, that many zeros, she’d probably need her own plane to fly it home).
Another half mile later, we were still a few yards away, so we decided to stop and eat. My wife has this thing, she has to try the local McDonald’s cuisine wherever we go, so we settled for some VERY good french cheese sandwiches, and had a nice meal, though I was almost lynched for trying to take a picture of their menu (I was TOTALLY suspicious, carrying bags, a camera and dressed comfortably while talking to my wife in another language, OF COURSE I was a spy and not a tourist!).
We at last made it to the Great Arch, and our feet were KILLING us. Naturally, we had to climb about 300 more stairs (Seriously, WHY write it down at the entrance? We’re climbing anyway, it’s just sadistic!).
The view from the arch, IMHO, was even better than the one from the Tower (since, well, you can see the Tower), and we enjoyed some sightseeing while sitting comfortably on the floor and liking it. No water for sale in a 300 ft. radius, of course (French people need some classes on tourism-exploiting, except maybe the cab drivers).
Since it was still 7 p.m., we sat down, opened our map, and settle for going to the Sacre-Coeur Church, in Mont-Martre. We took the subway, and had to climb yet another freakingly huge set of stairs. Beautiful church, and the merry-go-round at the base is very pretty. From there, we took the strangest walk of our lives to the Moulin Rouge, about 500 meters away (shockingly, accurately depicted this time). The entire street from the church to the Mouling Rouge was almost only comprised of sex shops. With glass windows. And not the tainted type. So, after seeing some awesomely funny T-Shirts, dildos and coffee mugs, we got to the beautiful place that is the Moulin Rouge’s facade.
By then, it was almost 10 o’clock, so we hiked back to Café Cambronne (ALWAYS open), dined again there and called it a day (and what a LONG day), with quite the collection of blisters on our feet. Totally worth it.