Frank and Cassidi

There was a big, Catholic wedding in February!

Hollie & Barry update past due

I fell off the wagon while folks have been getting hitched left and right:

Hollie & Barry were married October 23, 2009.

Cassidi & Frank update

I can't make this stuff up, kids: Cassidi and Frank have set a date:

February 26, 2011.

Congratulations!

Update--Sara and Warnell

Warnell asked Sara to marry him back in November. He planned a romantic Manhattan weekend, and Sara agreed to stick with him through thick and thin.

They held a small, private ceremony in their home on May 16, 2010.

Congratulations to the joyful couple! Here they are photographed on their wedding day with their daughter, Faith.

Warnell & Sara

I met Sara when she was in Undergrad @ Imacculata college. She went to school with a friend who I have known since 7th grade, so over the years through our mutual friend I would see her from time to time. We were always friendly (she's a very pleasant person) but there was no romance. She always had a boyfriend, and commitment was the last thing on my mind @ that age. A few years after her graduation we're both out for our mutual friend's birthday. We were @ the Fox and The Hound in KOP enjoying cocktails to celebrate. After a few swigs of liquid courage, I made my way over to her and she seemed really excited. Bright and pleasant as she always is, I instantly felt calm around her; her warmth was palpable. We exchanged numbers that night and started to chat on the phone and over email. About 2 weeks later, she was having some friends over and asked if I would help her move furniture around her home. I agreed, and our first date involved her on her knees... mopping the kitchen floor and me with a vacuum cleaner. Shit doesn't GET more romantic! But, it was the most fun I ever had cleaning. It got late and I ended up spending the night and even managed to behave myself. We had the party the next day which went well for the most part -- not to be sexist, but whenever you assemble 8 or more girls there WILL be drama. The end of the evening came and I went to kiss her goodbye and she cried. So I stayed. That party was four years ago. I'm not leaving. Ever.

Late Update: Cassidi and Frank

On July 24th, Frank asked Cassidi to marry him. She said, "sure." (or, she wept joyful tears and declared loudly: yes!! same thing, right?)

Frank and Cassidi will be married in April 2011. (Cassidi is currently finishing her degree.) They are planning a lavish spring wedding!

Congratulations, Frank and Cassidi!

Lindsay and Blake

I met Blake in a falling down whorehouse that’s now a bar. It’s called Ernestine & Hazel’s. It’s on the corner of Main Street in Memphis. They serve soul burgers all day and night. It was a week before Thanksgiving. We talked for a while. The only thing I remember from our conversation was that he said: “I work in cotton.” And I said, “What like a cotton gin?” And he smiled at me. That was the first time I really noticed him even though we’d been talking for a while.
He left a little after midnight and my friend and I left shortly after. As we walked to her car, we saw him about a block ahead of us up the street. “BLAKE,” I shouted. He turned around. He waited for us to catch up.
He suddenly said, “Hey, would you guys want to come to my place for a drink? I just live right up here in the lofts.”
“How do we know you’re not some psycho that’s going to kill us,” I asked.
“I guess you don’t,” he said, “but I’ll tell you now my weak spot is my neck. If you jabbed me in the throat, I would go down in a second.”
We laughed and said alright and followed him to his loft. He concocted several drinks from pear schnapps and brandy and vodka. I settled for a Scotch, same as him. We had a cork fight. He collects corks from wine bottles in two big bowls that sit on the shelf in his kitchen. We found a cork just the other day under the couch from that cork fight. The three of us fell asleep on his bed, Blake in the middle. When I woke up in the morning, he had his arms wrapped tightly around me. Since that night, I have only slept in my bed in Memphis, alone, for one night, while he has been in town.
I can’t say it has been the most typical of loves. I can say I have never felt anything like it. I can’t say it’s been easy. But I can say it is the best thing that has ever happened to me.