tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post4516165566603376935..comments2008-02-22T22:59:14.423-05:00Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519642773775411397noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-22953823407023763432008-02-22T22:59:00.000-05:002008-02-22T22:59:00.000-05:002008-02-22T22:59:00.000-05:00God that's cute! And I certainly hope that guy isn't your future husband...Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359061999559796914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-86595435144351812402008-02-22T21:56:00.000-05:002008-02-22T21:56:00.000-05:002008-02-22T21:56:00.000-05:00I think the guy behind you epitomizes "settling". :DTherapeutic Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12781452874259470378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-86268716282474912502008-02-22T21:23:00.000-05:002008-02-22T21:23:00.000-05:002008-02-22T21:23:00.000-05:00Seriously! I can't stand that either. Were you asked to be in the picture? Nope. So get the fuck out.Gooseberriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03674584415664686302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-47459645310314157722008-02-22T19:38:00.000-05:002008-02-22T19:38:00.000-05:002008-02-22T19:38:00.000-05:00Aw that is so cute. Maybe if you go back you'll meet your future husband :)Katelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15994241556437259884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-71651143903570066572008-02-22T18:46:00.000-05:002008-02-22T18:46:00.000-05:002008-02-22T18:46:00.000-05:00that is thad and he is the bomb diggity.davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04378356050525384768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-62734017350594736392008-02-22T16:27:00.000-05:002008-02-22T16:27:00.000-05:002008-02-22T16:27:00.000-05:006 years from now, I predict you will marry the man standing behind you. <BR/><BR/>How could you not notice the guy? He looks a little too big to creep up like a ninja in a bar that looks almost empty.<BR/><BR/>Sorry, but I think it's funny when people pop in and ruin a bar picture. It is, after all, a bar, not a studio glamour shot.Phantom Haterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16201889982177934778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-12419392290763709982008-02-22T13:00:00.000-05:002008-02-22T13:00:00.000-05:002008-02-22T13:00:00.000-05:00people just dont realize how other take photo op's seriously. those selfish bastards only care about crackin a joke. no one wanted his ugly mug in there! <BR/><BR/>p.s. you just got tagged to do a meme on my bloggie!Princess Consuela Banana Hammockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09480173855198463610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-22147657318851622322008-02-22T12:23:00.000-05:002008-02-22T12:23:00.000-05:002008-02-22T12:23:00.000-05:00ahhhhh SO cute!<BR/><BR/>so cute.<BR/><BR/>hold on. i want to write something substantial but i. can't.stop.wanting.to.AWWWWW. apparently i'm just a sucker for stories like this =pdamselindigresshttp://damselindigress.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-91324239544627024412008-02-22T10:49:00.000-05:002008-02-22T10:49:00.000-05:002008-02-22T10:49:00.000-05:00There is a bar in Minneapolis where my parents hung out early in their marriage that is still a hot spot and still pretty much the same. I love to visit it--it's so funny to think of them as young 20somethings getting drunk.L Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852624970958809824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-61077533661675743862008-02-22T10:01:00.000-05:002008-02-22T10:01:00.000-05:002008-02-22T10:01:00.000-05:00Thats an awesome story, and totally understand the nostalgic part since I am that way also :)Scottyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09468559689572078636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-25884005973217288572008-02-22T08:51:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:51:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:51:00.000-05:00That's so cute that you got to visit where your parents met!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17705536790775663797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-67551677803176752712008-02-22T08:27:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:27:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:27:00.000-05:00That is a very nice story.<BR/><BR/>I have no idea how my parents met. I'm afraid that thinking about them dating will give me a stroke.<BR/><BR/>Or make me begin not to exist, like in Back To The Future.Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10034296312699922176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-530436262179651442008-02-22T08:24:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:24:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:24:00.000-05:00Sounds like a fun evening :)Jennhttp://freeandflawed.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-67625175457734772912008-02-22T08:17:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:17:00.000-05:002008-02-22T08:17:00.000-05:00Shanghai Thrills...now why does that sound familiar to me... Glad you had fun:)ToKissTheCookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08760907261488761102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-21041370445118530122008-02-22T07:45:00.000-05:002008-02-22T07:45:00.000-05:002008-02-22T07:45:00.000-05:00Awww...that is such a sweet story! Even with the creepy guy in the picture :) It's probably better that you didn't meet your husband there...imagine how much pressure that would put on your kids!Trish Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18038324441006141430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480484034061471360.post-70805208372571572252008-02-22T07:36:00.000-05:002008-02-22T07:36:00.000-05:002008-02-22T07:36:00.000-05:00OH MY GOSH--that guys looks like your typical Boston guy! LMAO!!!<BR/><BR/>Nice story and you two are cuties!PDDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606252459744261992noreply@blogger.com