Look at me! Hoowee, I'm writing something.
All you party people:
you can do this too.
Let's try to think of really funny/embarassing things we recall about Marisol and Alan...
Hmm...
My favorite memory of Marisol is when she came out to New Hampshire and hung out with us a whole summer. We had a little house not far from the town beach on Lake Winnisquam, and we used to go down for a swim quite a bit.
One time, Marisol and I decided to have a "Who can exit the water in the most cretinous fashion?" contest. I've always been capable of incredibly foolish behavior, but in this case Marisol won easily. She crawled out of the water looking like a deranged person, groaning and rolling her eyes while dropping handfuls of sand (!!!) into her swimsuit. Amazing. (I think if I had a summer to live over, I might choose that one.)
When I'm on my deathbed, I will probably be thinking about this, and when I chuckle, nobody but the privileged few who read this blog will have the faintest clue what I'm laughing about.
Alan, I wish you the best, and trust that you both will share many hilarious, surreal moments-- especially if you decide to create some replicants. Your kids will have an amazing sense of humor, which as far as I'm concerned, is probably the best predictor of happiness one could ask for.
I think you will be very happy together and wish you the best. If you ever need any advice regarding marriage, don't hesitate to call someone other than me. I'm still not sure what you're supposed to do. I can tell you that if you leave the dishes in the sink for more than two days, they start to smell funny and people get irritated.
