A quick one while she's away

Megan and I have not been blogging as much as we should be. It's not that nothing is happening, we just don't have time (in between power watching felicity DVDs) to do it. But to make up for it, here is an entry for the curious loving people that shop at Mega-Mart... IN LIST FORM! go! go! go! go!
{{ROGER MISSION CONTROL, THIS IS BULLDOG, INITIATING THE SEQUENCE}}
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10. We Got Couches
We blogged the build up, and skipped the pay off. Well for those of you biting your nails about it, we did manage to secure seating for our living area. The Potunky peeps saw them and were pleased or they are very good at being polite. Either way Megan and I bought furniture together, which makes our marriage seem more permanent. I guess you realize your really together when there's something you'd have to fight for in court if you broke up. Awwww.

9. Megan's purse was snatched (non-confrontationally)
From right under her nose! But gypsies are tricky folk and get to run crime rings in local pubs and eateries for some reason. It happened the night before we were supposed to get and pay for the couches, and Megan had the credit card. Thank god there was enough in the other account to cover it (barely). The whole rub of it was Megan was going in to get an insurance number for taxes and had all her IDs and proofs of self with her in her bag. It was the first time her passport had been out of the apartment since we got here. It must have seen it's chance and made a break for freedom. We got everyhting canceled and replaced with minimal damage, but this stirred the pot for a couple more good stories too.

8. I define Megan
Since she had no IDs and needed a passport I had to go to the American Embassy and vouch for her. To all the women's libbers out there: My wife would be a nobody if it wasn't for me. This would have been a short post about the irony of the situation in a hyper-sensitive, post-femminist society. I would have talked about how being there made me know that we do not define ourselves, but live the life others define for us. And also how stupidly ridiculous it is to claim we have security on our borders if Megan got a passport because someone she brought in said she should. It would have been a great blog, but it would have been trumped by the next thing.

7. His drummer has eurithmia
While waiting in lines (they are queues outside the embassy) we met someone else who was trying to get a pssport, Jeff. Jeff has the quintessential Boston accent. I'm talking Will Hunting, almost fake sounding soutie accent. Imagining the accent while you hear it will make it that much better. I'll give you the snippets as we got them. You won't believe this is real by the end, but If you met the guy you'd figure it was. Jeff's flight left in two days to take him back to the states . He'd been in london for a month and lost his passport almost immediately but waited until now so the embassy would rush for him. Then Jeff decided to open up to us. Jeff had met an English girl in Jamaica and was here to visit her. His passport had been revoked months ago by the US government for not paying taxes. He has a twin brother. He takes his twin brothers passport and tries to pass it off as him. But Jeff and his brother are fraternal twins. He, in fact, looks nothing like his brother. So he grew a beard and wore platformed shoes to look taller and tried anyway and insisted his way into the country. He then fedexes all his brother's IDs back to him and his brother does the same, so now he's Jeff again with all of Jeff's identification. While here he spent inordinate amounts of money on hotels and god knows what. His rental car was towed, twice. After being on vacation for almost six months he decides he needs to get back to New York. Jeff goes to the embassy to say he lost his passport. Now we see why Jeff waited so long. By the time the paperwork is straight the damage will be done. Jeff left the embassy with a passport before we did.

6. An evening with Potunky
We spend a fun evening with Dave and Mendy. You've all had fun before so I won't describe it in detail... but I shoulda blogged it!

5. Smith family coming to London (?)
My fam is heading out this way, but passports are a mess in the states I guess since everyone is supposed to get one. If they all had fraternal twins I wouldn't be worried, but they don't so keep you fingers crossed for em.

4. Megan and I finish Felicity
We watched over 36 hours of Felicity Porter and here's what we learned. Felicity graduates with her piers even though there's no way her pre-med classes counted toward her art major. Apartments in New York are measured in acres and any part time coffee house employee or unsuccessful inventor can afford one. Everyone might have their hopes too high for Lost. And we learned about emotions and feelings and reality and product placement and that Wikka and time travel is real. Good game, Felicity, good game.

3. Portsmouth and the Eagles of Death Metal
They came. We saw. They Rocked. Great trip and an amazing concert. It was like... Yeeanozammmarama! I hope for your sakes you don't get that reference. Megan and I started at a good spot, but we were pushed by the crowd ever forward until Megan was against the railing front and center (I was right behind her). Seriously great show.

2. My Black Eye
I got one when a crowd surfer was tossed on to my head, smacking it into the head of the person in front of me at the time (not Megan). I'm glad you can't see pictures because it's a pretty wussy black eye.

1. Megan Leaving for Tokyo
She did! and she'll be back soon.


And in typical Marty style I progress from long to brief as I get tired of writing. You all better comment the crap out of this. Like seriously call each other and tell each other to post.

Blogfully yours,