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Wedding

We got our park permits!

It’s official  - jigg and I are throwing our BBQ at Heckscher State Park!  Our permits finally came in the mail on Saturday.

The reason why it took so long to reserve the space is that 1) the park doesn’t take reservations until March, 2) we weren’t sure whether the space could accommodate such a large number of people for our BBQ and 3) we needed permits for almost EVERYTHING (the most important one being the alchy permit :P ).  One of our biggest holdup was getting the park’s permission to put up an additional tent because park engineers wanted to make sure our space was structurally feasible to do so.  We ended up reserving the space for two days so the engineers have enough time to set it up the day before.

Heckscher State Park

I’m pretty excited about this place (I wasn’t before…but that’s another story) because it’s located in a private and secluded area of the park with its own parking lot and bathroom.  The park itself is huge, so we figure that guests can explore before or after our BBQ.

The tagline description about the deers is pretty accurate – jigg and I did come across families of them when we visited the park last September.  I just hope they don’t poop all over the place…

Family Food Wedding

I’m Engaged!

I made reservations to take him out to his favorite steak house (Strip House) for his birthday last night. Little did I know, he called the restaurant ahead of time and requested a nice table in a secluded area. We were just chatting over drinks and waiting for our food to come when I noticed this smirk on his face. I asked him what he was laughing about and he said he has a question to ask me. My guard was entirely down so I didn’t expect a thing. It was the one day out of the entire year when I thought it’d be all about him (his birthday) and he used it to his advantage.

My Engagement Ring

He put the ring on the table and asked me to marry him. My first response was, “oh my God! You’re kidding?!”

He laughed.

“Of course I’d marry you!” I exclaimed. “Hurry, put the ring on my finger!!!!”

Our waiter then gave us complimentary champaign and for the remainder of the night, I had this huge smile frozen on my face. I think I smiled so much, my face hurt. I couldn’t contain my excitement over dinner, so I called my mom, best friends, and then pulsed it on Xanga.

We then went to his birthday party after dinner where all our friends were there to congratulate us. It felt wonderful to share such a happy moment with so many people.

I still cannot believe I will be the future Mrs. jigg! Besides, I can’t say no to a guy on his birthday.

Family Food

Bitter Melon Season is Over!

As jigg’s parents will inevitably become my future in-laws, I have been trying to earn brownie points with them.

During a dinner conversation that occurred during the second or third time I met jigg’s parents, I found an opportunity when jigg’s dad mentioned how many kids these days don’t appreciate bitter melon because their parents do not force them to eat. His proposed solution is simple: assimilation – if kids eat a little bit of it on a regular basis, they would slowly develop the acquired taste for it. jigg then added that it only took him a little bit over a year of constantly eating bitter melon to like it.

Bitter Melon

Based on the number of times (it’s a lot) that I have noticed bitter melon as the ingredient in jigg’s subsequent dinner entrees and how he fondly speaks of its deliciousness, I think I could assume that bitter melon is one of his favorite vegetables. I thought that it would surely be impressive if I could develop an acquired taste for it too!

So for the past several dinners, I have been eating bits of bitter melon each time. Personally, it is not something I would eat on my own free will. Bitterness is a taste that I associate anything that is gross with…like medicine and ear wax (yes, I have tasted that and it is bitter). To date, I still don’t like bitter melon.

When I asked jigg what he had for dinner last night and guessed whether it’s bitter melon, he laughed and told me that bitter melon season is over.

Miscellaneous

Sacrifices

As Karen gets ready to move here and probably spend the rest of her life with me, I can’t help but wonder about the insane sacrifice she is making. She is giving up her New England life to be with me, possibly spending the rest of her life in some suburb type neighborhood in Brooklyn.

Since relationships are all about sacrifices, it’s no surprise that she had to give up something to be with me. The question is, what do I give up to call it even? Is there even anything I can give up that actually means something? I can’t give up my left hand, but would just the pinky be too little and seem insincere? It’s quite the dilemma.

The more I think about it, the more I only come up with things I can’t give up. After much thought, I have a list of the top five things I can’t give up and hope that whatever I sacrifice in the name of love, it isn’t too much and hopefully, something I can buy back one day for under 50 bucks.

Top 5 Things that I CAN’T Sacrifice (in the order of importance):
1. Yankees. Tell me to wear anything that represents te Red Sox and I would rather give up life in a fight to the death.
2. Meat. Not eat meat for the rest of my life? Karen would have to allow me to have two mistresses before I am called a vegetarian.
3. Alcohol. No more alcohol? Crazy talk. Quitters never win!
4. Children. I have to have children! I will adopt if I have to.
5. Veto power in naming our kids. No offense, but no son of mine will be named Newton!

Food

Starvation: The best cost cutting method

I love going out to buy lunch since it’s the perfect excuse to leave my seat. Wondering what to eat for lunch also takes my mind off the job I hate. Only problem was, lunch around my job is probably the most expensive in the country. I spend between $10-15 on lunch for food that can just hold me over for a few hours.

Fortunately for me, I have Karen to come up with cost cutting initiatives. Probably about a month and a half ago, I promised Karen that I would bring lunch to work three times a week. This would help me save quite a bit while still giving me the freedom of choosing two days a week to eat something else other than chicken; I always bring chicken.

There have been many occassions where I simply forget to bring food. No problem since I can use one of my two days. However, there were some weeks where I simply did not have the time to make lunch so there was nothing to bring. It’s a tough choice sometimes because you can only be one of two things: a man without integrity and breaks his promise to the person he loves or, a hungry man, maybe even a starving man, who does whatever it takes to keep his promise.  This means I would have to skip lunch entirely, even if I skipped breakfast.

The way I see it is, there are millions of people starving everyday. This gives me a chance to live in their shoes, keep my promise AND save money. Three birds with one stone!

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