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 I survived the Crimson Permanent Assurance*   
 Author:  matt
 Dated:  Sunday, June 06 2004 @ 03:44 PM PDT
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Life"Something is wrong", I thought.

I sat up, as if to grab my cape and head out into Gotham, and instead had a sudden realization of what the problem was. The change in position had triggered a searing pain in my head and a vague sense of nausea. I had a hangover.

Waking up in a hotel room in the insurance capital of the world was a little unnerving for some reason. I knew where I was, why I was there, and (unfortunately) why my head hurt so much, but I couldn't help thinking how everything seemed a little strange. The statehouse was a bit too ornamented, the grass a bit too green, and the streets a bit too clean. It didn't feel like Massachusetts. It felt like I was in a different country or something, though even in the dense haze of my hangover, I noted that people drove on the right side of the road in what were predominantly american cars, so I had at least stayed on the same continent. It actually reminded me quite a bit of Ottawa.

I fumbled for a cigarette while I waited for the remaining three or four hangover symptoms to manifest themselves. The statehouse flag flying at half-mast reminded me that Reagan had died yesterday. More pertinently to the subject at hand, Forrest and Angel got married yesterday.

I won't get into the gory details of the alcohol consumed last night. I don't really feel like remembering the two Bass Ales, glass of champagne, amaretto sour, jamaican stout, pale ale, and four or five pints of unfiltered wheat beer that I had. I don't need to relate stories about telling the waitress, "I need two shots of your harshest tequila" and "Bring me a kamikaze on the rocks in the largest glass allowed by the state of Connecticut" (about 16 oz., if you're curious), and then there was the whole drinking from the beer tap thing. None of those things are important.

What is important is that I absolutely fell in love with that family all over again. There's a certain easiness I feel with them that I had expected with those that I already knew, but it seemed magically to extend to the others as well in a way that made it seem (and this may well be the case) that it didn't so much extend to cover them, but that it was innately of them.

Being around that family causes all sorts of emotions for me. I'm happy that my friends have found love and joy in their lives. I'm in awe of the fact that both brothers have found the most amazing women (and vice-versa, I might say). I'm jealous as hell of all of the above. I'm grateful that they let me into their lives, and I'm going to miss them when they move out west.


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  • I survived the Crimson Permanent Assurance*
    Authored by: Forrest on Tuesday, June 08 2004 @ 10:35 AM PDT
    This could quite possibly be the nicest thing I've ever read written about me or my family.

    Sorry about the Denny's thing, btw. Came together after you'd departed, and I was already back in Manchester.
    I survived the Crimson Permanent Assurance*
    Authored by: matt on Tuesday, June 08 2004 @ 05:51 PM PDT
    After re-reading this, I realized I left out a couple of important details:

    West Beck = \m/ , and hanging out with Angel's sister and her boy after everybody else left was just damn fun.