TatNan: I'm so happy for you!

RevHooligan: Thank you. We went out afterwards with Beth to Rudy's for dinner and booze. I got drunk then Beth dropped us off.

RevHooligan: Then we had some BOW CHICA WOW WOW!

TatNan: How did you propose?

RevHooligan: Just ring in hand, "Will you? Ok? Cool."

TatNan: EEEEE...I get to go to CT next June!

RevHooligan: The wedding will be on a Sunday

RevHooligan: in New London

TatNan: Where in New London?

RevHooligan: The reception will be at the El n Gee club.

TatNan: Where's the actual wedding itself gonna be?

RevHooligan: Still working on that.

TatNan: You gotta get somebody to perform it too,

which is only slightly complicated by your athiesm.

RevHooligan: I'm thinking Justice of the Peace or

the mailman.

TatNan: That's your best bet. The JP, I mean, not

the mailman. I don't think they can.

RevHooligan: Mailmen can marry people in Connecticut.

It's the law

TatNan: No shit? You've got to be kidding me!

RevHooligan: Mailmen, captains of ships and Maitre d's

TatNan: : You are so fucking with me.

RevHooligan: And some valets

TatNan: just some?

RevHooligan: Oh, and cereal box spokesanimals like

Tony the Tiger and Captian Crunch, although he is also a captain, so he could anyway.

TatNan: You know, you might have convinced me if

you hadn't thrown in the Matre ds'. I 'm not tottally

stupid, you know.

RevHooligan: Do you have a problem with maite d'

hotels?

TatNan: No. I'm just pretty sure that they're not

allowed to perform weddings.

RevHooligan: Well, they should be

TatNan: Perhaps. But, should drunk people fucking

in hotels be allowed that easy an access to marriage?

RevHooligan: they above all!

TatNan: Marriage is serious shit, man. You can't

just let some drunk horny fools get married.

RevHooligan: Of course you can

TatNan: Only if you want a lot of rich divorce

lawyers. Marriage is too important to be performed by

Maitre'd's.

RevHooligan: Rich divorce lawyer is redundant.

TatNan: You're right. I'm sorry.

RevHooligan: You should be. I'll tell the Maitre d on

you.

TatNan: Oh, I'm so scared. What's he gonna do?

Not make my wake up call?

RevHooligan: They can perform weddings...and funerals.

DUM DUM DA DUM!

TatNan: That was a threat. I've never been very

good at them.

RevHooligan: ha ha

TatNan: So, what's this sudden fascination with

maitre d's, anyway? Are you considering a career

change?

RevHooligan: I just have mad respect for they skills n

shit

TatNan: Ok. Like, you know, their ability to

carry suitcases, and direct you to the nearest

starbucks??

RevHooligan: Naw, dawg, they MAITRE fuckin Ds, man.

They gots all that shit LOCKED DOWN!

TatNan: what shit would that be, um, dawg?

RevHooligan: You know, arcane mystical shit

TatNan: such as???

RevHooligan: If I knew, I wouldnt be arcane, would it?

TatNan: Ok. there is that. I'll stop maitre d'

bashing. I"m sorry.

RevHooligan: Ok.

TatNan: Please forgive me my smarmy disrespect for

the hard working maitre d's of the world.

RevHooligan: I will, if they will