In Honor of St. Patty's

For Ballydowse and Ireland ... charge!

Bruce

(titled after the dog I almost got but then couldn't, experience which inspired this poem/song)

Believe me, you'd have wanted him too :)

I'll pose this thought to you

reply perhaps you'll do

why is growing up 

all broken up

and I'm right there with it too?

Walking down the street you'd see

I talk and dress all old

but growing up

is all broken up

and there's more to it I'm told.

My nails aren't done just painted on

and I can't stand the news

I guess this grown-up thing is more

than just some high-heeled shoes.

I eat salad and run alone

my decisions are my own

yet growing up 

is so broken up

And I'm always calling home.

They've all seemed to have made

it through this crazy game

of growing up

though broken up

Wish I could find the way.

Clark No More.

Now Parisi. Canis (to whom others might refer to as Candice, but I have never and will never pronounce her full name as a way of claiming that special bond of friendship which comes with the bestowal of nicknames) is now Canis Parisi, no more Canis Clark. 

It all happened at approximately 4:40 pm this last Saturday, March the 7th. The venue was decorated, the guests were seated, and she walked down the aisle to her now-husband Dominic Parisi.

Okay, enough of that. So I would be lying if I was to say that I'm not going to miss being her roommate. Although we have lived through separation before, this is definitely more permanent, with no coming semester of late-night procrastination and mac 'n cheese with sausage dinners. Neither of us regret the lack of semester, of course, we are both ecstatic beyond anything that we are done with school - but here she goes and gets married and just changes everything. Not to be dramatic or anything.

I don't want you to get me wrong - I am so extremely happy for the two of them. They're married - they have a house - (though they don't want any for a while) I want them to have kids!! - yeah - excited. Got it? But there's like this Canis-shaped hole, a sort of loss if you will. 

Well, here's just to show you how happy and beautiful and amazing she looked. Gorgeous. I lurve her. 

For those of you who don't know, "Lurve" is what you say when Love just doesn't quite cut it. Of course, the Southern accent you say it in only adds all the more emphasis. Practice it sometime - it's fun. You'll find it fits when nothing else will. Kind of like a Canis in a Canis-shaped hole. 

Congratulations my friend!