Jeff sends his regards from his brand spankin’ new email account at his new job: I guess I have to read your website to see if you will respond to my messages! And don’t be so sure, I’m sure there are ways to toss fruit in you direction.

Brad waits a few days to craft a witty response, adds that the fruit remark is a long-running inside joke, and says: Yes, Jeff. Yes, you do.

on the other hand…

…it being Monday morning this painfully early morning, I am suffering from what I can only really describe as a delayed hangover from our visit to Roosters Country Cabaret in Maple Ridge on Saturday late. No, I didn’t get drunk or anything, but I did eat a lot of deep.fried chicken.

On top of that — and pardon my whining, I’m in pain — my shoulder is a might sore from something. I’d blame it on the running we did this weekend, but I used my feet for that. Alternatively, I’d blame the two feeble attempts at racquet sporting Karin and I could have been seen trying after picking up some tennis racquets at SportChek in Metrotown. The problem with that is (a) wrong arm, and (b) I’d look like a big wimp if I injured myself after thirty minutes of tennis. My most likely suspect for this crime — the evil crime of causing pain to Brad — is the fact that on Friday night Karin and I picked up a copy of Super Bust-A-Move for Playstation2. A number of hours hunched over in a cheap-o Ikea chair mashing buttons in a futile attempt to pop multi-coloured bubbles of various size with the assistance of an annoying number of digital japanese cartoon characters all screeming curses (or something) at me while I grip the controller with a fear of some addictive loss, might have something to do with the agony I currently feel.

In a related incedent, my talkative sister-in-law (and you’d be surprised how often “sister-in-law” is searched for in Google by people looking for porn [shudder] ) writes after a long telephone conversation last night: I was thinking, well, not really, but anyhow. You should bring the playstation 2 to Red Deer, and then you could have a bust-a-move themed rehearsal dinner! It would be a great night of bust-a-move good times blast of fun!

Brad ponders thoughtfully for a long reflective moment, thinking and thinking, then thinking some more, and then with measured thought replies: I’ll bring the PS2 to Red Deer so you can play Super Bust-A-Move, Shannon, but I’m going to turn it off during the rehersal dinner. As much fun as it might be to put Karin into a video-game induced trance the evening before our wedding, there are some people who might actually expect her to be social, or something.