Today, I am heading to Texas for business.
I will be in the Longview area, so if you’re a Texas native feel free to fire me over an e-mail. We’ll grab some dinner. I will be there until Friday, and I will do my best to eat as much steak as possible. I will likely have some internet access and I’ve already AUTO-POSTED this week’s Feature section.
Jesse is engaged to Holy Cross Alicia.
Here’s the story:
It was the summer of 2001. As a leading dude at WPI’s Newman club, I was invited by Father Scanlon to attend a silent retreat in Naragansett, RI. A silent retreat is a retreat where no one is allowed to talk. It’s a time when you can think and be pensive and reflect on your life. I was the only non-Holy Cross student to attend. Upon arriving, the first two people I met were Holy Cross Alicia and Holy Cross Theresa. This was especially odd to me because my dear sisters are named Alicia and Theresa.
The week went well and despite not being able to speak, I felt by the end that I had friends in the Holy Cross folk. After the event H.C. Alicia and H.C. Theresa made frequent appearances at our WPI appartment.
The following spring I went away to Denmark. When I returned, Jesse and H.C. Alicia were coupled.
Last weekend Jesse went up to Maine where H.C. Alicia just started medical school. On the way to a restaurant, H.C. Alicia’s car broke down. A tow truck was called. In the cab H.C. Alicia commented that she was having a good time because although the car had broken down she was able to spend time with her
fat loving boyfriend (awwwww).
A short while later, H.C. Alicia turned to Jesse and asked “you want to get married?” Jesse said “yeah, I do.”
Jesse has asked me to post this story to provide proof to the generations to come that Jesse did not force H.C. Alicia to marry him. That it was her idea and that he is not responsible for the mayhem that will likely follow their union.
Congratulations Jesse & H.C. Alicia. I wish you many years of Rockstar lifestyles.
13 thoughts on “Texas and Rings”
Now as an engaged couple it is tradition to give all of your friends that our married 100 bucks. I had to shell out quite a bit of money at my engagement so i’ll be keeping as eye open in the mail.
Congratualtions to both of you! I hope they make Tuxedos large enough for Jesse!
hooray! please tell jesse that i said congrats. Also, it’s too bad I’m back from Texas or we could have met up. Or maybe not. Texas is a big place.
Did he really propose in the cab of a tow truck?
I’m not sure you read the story. From what I read, she proposed to him, also, a “cab” propably refers to the taxi cab that was also called but not mentioned by MikeD.
I can settle all questions.
I did not propose. It was Alicia who did the deed, and I’m the better for it. The proposal happened in neither the cab of the truck nor a taxi cab. In the cab (of the truck) she merely mentioned how much fun she was having because I was visiting her, and how it didn’t matter that her transmission just decided to explode. While in her busted ride at the car shop, after getting dropped off (at midnight), waiting for a taxi that would never come is when the main event took place. Later on we called Alicia’s friend Kim (another med student who lives next door) and she came and picked us up.
Wait a minute…Medical School…in MAINE?
Where at? I can probably reccomend some good spots to visit while your fatness is visiting. By which I mean, spots where the locals don’t look down on your unnatural woman/beast union.
The story probably would have been easier to follow if you were in the A4.
She’s at UNE in Biddeford. Do tell Sander, do tell…
hhhmmm…..How would you know about Beast unions Sander?
I do not apologize because I have not called a separate cab when having a vehicle towed, instead riding in the truck’s cab.
I maintain that miked’s story was misleading and that Alicia and Jesse will have a rocking good time.
The Biddo! Oh man, sucks to that. Venture up to Portland is pretty much the only place to go anywhere near there, unless you venture to up lake country near Sebago.
Without getting into too many details, let’s just say that one of my uncles walks on all fours.
Mmm, steak. Eat a filet mignon for me, will ya?