The better half of the BDS
There are two types of women on this planet: BDS wives and everyone else. See, a BDS wife puts up with her husband's childish behavior; behavior usually instigated when reunited with his equally childish friends. She looks past those times when he talks to her using only movie quotes from Caddyshack. She knows what Carlos Rossi does for a living, knows his friends mean the world to him and that her husband left a small part of himself back home. And yet, looking past all those faults, she still walks through life with him. Yeah, a good woman sees her man through, but a BDS woman? She sees through her man. The boys definately married up in the world, and none of us are quite sure how the hell we pulled that off. That's why this post is dedicated to the day she verbally crossed streams for life....
Shana and Craig: The first one to lose his bachelor-hood, this groom entered married-hood with Shana back in 1996. With some of the boys dressed in their Sunday best and others wearing a black tuxedo vest, this storybook wedding was the perfect introduction of things to come for the BDS.
Kelly and Carley: Who said redheads don't date redheads? This groom not only married his high school sweetheart, but gave us all another reason to dress up for the afternoon and get down during the evening. We drank, we danced and several times the boys in tuxedos were mistaken for waiters by the grandparents.
Angelina and Kendell: The first (but not the last) to marry outside the Goddard family, this groom sat in the back of the church 20 minutes prior to the ceremony listening to KU get thrashed by the Cornhuskers. And you thought those tears during the ceremony were tears of happiness. But we all know beer makes everything better, and that was the case with this reception, even though the party was shut down early after Brad Remington's date painted the bathroom a trendy puke-green color.
Queenie and Brian: Many old and new faces were sitting in the pews and several old faces were standing at the alter as the groom cried his way through this one. That touching moment in time with Queenie was later replaced with the bass-thumping, brass monkey-jumping dance floor at the reception. That is, until the power went out. But we didn't mind. At that party, we were juiced enough as it was.
Jennifer and Todd: With hundreds of friends and family bearing winess (along with several bagpipe players) this groom promised unrelenting love to Jennifer. A rolling beerfest followed the hallowed ceremony, with the BDS hijacking a trolly bound for the reception. Bagpipes announced the wedding party's arrival and the kick-start announced it was time to turn that mutha out.
Gina and Matt: The church didn't have air conditioning, but plenty of cold beer helped pass the time before this groom exchanged rings with Gina. Stopping for tequitos and beer before the roadtrip back to the reception, this party was a throwback to days gone by. When loud music, free beer and tipsy women were all we asked for in life.
Chris and Carrie: Once scared to step foot on holy ground, this groom caved to religion and bequeathed himself to Carrie in an actual Catholic church. Ever-watchful for the lightning bolt he expected to rain down from Heaven above, he escaped unharmed and a better man for the experience. Friends came from near and far to celebrate the day and, surprise, so did Mr. Rossie and Mick Jagger.
Ashley and Casey: Never one to conform, this groom made a vow before God and Country to Ashley in a barn. A real, live, historical Texas barn. A tight itenerary and strict enforcement of the "no talking during the rehersal" rule set the stage for a beautiful wedding and a rump-shakin', earth-quakin' ho-down in A-Town.
Blaze and Sarah: They flew in from Austin. Dallas. Kansas City. They all flew in to Columbus to witness history: the Blue Blaze getting married. He not only found a woman, but the woman of his dreams and proclaimed so on the alter. So what did we do between the morning wedding and the evening reception? We hung out at the in-laws house. We slammed saltines. We watched Chris wander the hotel halls wearing only a thong, heels and that squinty-eyed smile of his.
But wait, we aren't done:
Missy and Jeffy: Look out Don Ho! Tiny bubbles won't be the only thing on their minds when this KC couple gets leied on ComeonIwannalayya Beach, HI later this month. Jeff's best friends are making the long trip out there. His shitty ones aren't. We'll expect a full report (and Matt to again request everyone call him Higgins for the week) with pictures when you get back.
Amber and Sledge: No, not Bloss. Sledge is finally making his love official at the end of the month in Wichita. Rumor has it there won't be alcohol at the reception. The BDS has it on good authority that there will be, even if Snowman and Bandit are west bound and down with a truckful of the precious liquid barley and Buford T. Justice in hot pursuit. Boys? Break out those flasks you received as groomsmen presents; those flasks hidden away in your underwear drawer that you never use. We're gonna need all the help we can sneak in...
Shana and Craig: The first one to lose his bachelor-hood, this groom entered married-hood with Shana back in 1996. With some of the boys dressed in their Sunday best and others wearing a black tuxedo vest, this storybook wedding was the perfect introduction of things to come for the BDS.
Kelly and Carley: Who said redheads don't date redheads? This groom not only married his high school sweetheart, but gave us all another reason to dress up for the afternoon and get down during the evening. We drank, we danced and several times the boys in tuxedos were mistaken for waiters by the grandparents.
Angelina and Kendell: The first (but not the last) to marry outside the Goddard family, this groom sat in the back of the church 20 minutes prior to the ceremony listening to KU get thrashed by the Cornhuskers. And you thought those tears during the ceremony were tears of happiness. But we all know beer makes everything better, and that was the case with this reception, even though the party was shut down early after Brad Remington's date painted the bathroom a trendy puke-green color.
Queenie and Brian: Many old and new faces were sitting in the pews and several old faces were standing at the alter as the groom cried his way through this one. That touching moment in time with Queenie was later replaced with the bass-thumping, brass monkey-jumping dance floor at the reception. That is, until the power went out. But we didn't mind. At that party, we were juiced enough as it was.
Jennifer and Todd: With hundreds of friends and family bearing winess (along with several bagpipe players) this groom promised unrelenting love to Jennifer. A rolling beerfest followed the hallowed ceremony, with the BDS hijacking a trolly bound for the reception. Bagpipes announced the wedding party's arrival and the kick-start announced it was time to turn that mutha out.
Gina and Matt: The church didn't have air conditioning, but plenty of cold beer helped pass the time before this groom exchanged rings with Gina. Stopping for tequitos and beer before the roadtrip back to the reception, this party was a throwback to days gone by. When loud music, free beer and tipsy women were all we asked for in life.
Chris and Carrie: Once scared to step foot on holy ground, this groom caved to religion and bequeathed himself to Carrie in an actual Catholic church. Ever-watchful for the lightning bolt he expected to rain down from Heaven above, he escaped unharmed and a better man for the experience. Friends came from near and far to celebrate the day and, surprise, so did Mr. Rossie and Mick Jagger.
Ashley and Casey: Never one to conform, this groom made a vow before God and Country to Ashley in a barn. A real, live, historical Texas barn. A tight itenerary and strict enforcement of the "no talking during the rehersal" rule set the stage for a beautiful wedding and a rump-shakin', earth-quakin' ho-down in A-Town.
Blaze and Sarah: They flew in from Austin. Dallas. Kansas City. They all flew in to Columbus to witness history: the Blue Blaze getting married. He not only found a woman, but the woman of his dreams and proclaimed so on the alter. So what did we do between the morning wedding and the evening reception? We hung out at the in-laws house. We slammed saltines. We watched Chris wander the hotel halls wearing only a thong, heels and that squinty-eyed smile of his.
But wait, we aren't done:
Missy and Jeffy: Look out Don Ho! Tiny bubbles won't be the only thing on their minds when this KC couple gets leied on ComeonIwannalayya Beach, HI later this month. Jeff's best friends are making the long trip out there. His shitty ones aren't. We'll expect a full report (and Matt to again request everyone call him Higgins for the week) with pictures when you get back.
Amber and Sledge: No, not Bloss. Sledge is finally making his love official at the end of the month in Wichita. Rumor has it there won't be alcohol at the reception. The BDS has it on good authority that there will be, even if Snowman and Bandit are west bound and down with a truckful of the precious liquid barley and Buford T. Justice in hot pursuit. Boys? Break out those flasks you received as groomsmen presents; those flasks hidden away in your underwear drawer that you never use. We're gonna need all the help we can sneak in...
posted by TheBDS at 11:35 AM
3 Comments:
Which is it Todd? Larissa, LaRissa, Queenie?
I actually prefer Queenie, but you can call me LaRisa.
L-a-R-i-s-a!!! Thanks Sweetie!
Actually, I think Johnnie spelled it Larissa, but I am in agreement, Queenie does fit best.
Thanks Todd for finally mentioning the "better" half...I am very honored.:) We are pretty kick-ass and we have a blast together with or without the hubbies!! The friendship you all have is very rare and very important to Craig. It is fun for me to be a part of it all.
Keep on writin' Todd....and by the way when are you going to do this crap for a living?????
Shan
When will we do this crap for a living? When we can actually find someone drunk enough to fork over five grand a month. Sound crazy? Joshua Micah Marshall of talkingpointsmemo.com, a political blog, claims to make $5,000 a month from banner ads–enough to hire a research assistant. Being a political blog, "research assistant" is codeword for "DC hooker". But you bring up two good points, Shana:
1. The BDS has already been approached about placing banner ads on our site. Might as well put a freakin' billboard on St. John's Cathedral, I say. But we'll need to discuss this around the keg at some point.
2. Her name is Queenie evermore.
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