Comments:

hannah - 2005-09-28 20:21:28
Ha! I think my favorite thing about my husband was that for prom he insisted on his group of friends all getting a "party room" in addition to their own hotel rooms. (At his prom which I like to imagine he went to alone and needed the private room to get his beauty sleep, of course.)
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Emilie - 2005-09-28 23:05:11
Please come to D.C. while Husband plays with Monkey Friends...
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Chiara - 2005-09-28 23:33:57
No! Come to Seattle instead! Seriously, how did Kent ever become who he is today, with those Monkey Friends? I can't imagine.
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Rebekah - 2005-09-29 08:13:11
Connecticut is really just a short drive or train ride away, you know. Plus, I think this is the home of Snooty Yankee Snobs. I am so sorry your (seemingly nice and normal and smart) husband still has these Monkey Friends in his (and consequently your) life.
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Julie - 2005-09-29 09:10:34
This is pretty funny to me because in My World, I am the one with the Monkey Friends. Only they are the skank girls that K hit on in 1996. Heh.
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Dawn - 2005-09-29 09:47:29
Oh my God, the Monkey friends. Also, HEE. HEEE. If I was still down there, I would offer you asylum from the Monkey friends. However, Chicago is a MUCH cheaper flight then Wisconsin, if you feel the need to go somewhere.
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meghan - 2005-09-29 09:53:59
I find this common - so many men are still friends with crazy monkeys they were friends with in childhood. And the crazy monkeys are often living at home with their parents at age 27 without a job, or knocked up two separate girls but isn't with either of the girls and never sees the kids. I mean, even my dad has a couple of such monkey friends, and my dad is 51. His old monkey friends are *still* amazed that he left Waterbury, CT for Boston, and that was 30 years ago!!
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Emilie - 2005-09-29 10:25:21
Okay, I am going to out myself here as someone who had a keg at her wedding. Was it my preferred choice? No, but the country club would not allow us to have bottled beer outside, so it was either no bar outside or a keg. It was hidden under a white table-clothed table and there was a bartender who was serving it -- it wasn't like at a frat party where people were tapping their own. At first I was pretty torn about it, but then I figured that I would rather have people be able to enjoy a drink outside, and I would rather not sweat the small stuff on my wedding day anyway. Best day of my life, keg or no keg! (But let me stress again -- it was hidden from view.)
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whoorl - 2005-09-29 10:42:12
Oh. My. God. I'm sorry.
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Jake - 2005-09-29 10:52:23
I did not even know we had a keg at our wedding. I guess, thinking back, I remember people with glasses of beer instead of bottles.
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Emilie - 2005-09-29 10:53:44
There were bottles too -- the bottles were inside. Cups were ONLY, strictly outside.
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emjaybee - 2005-09-29 11:06:04
You have to learn to just let go and live with his having Monkey Friends. He's with you and where he is for a reason...he doesn't want to BE a monkey. He sees what that gets him (sad pathetic lonely monkey life). But his monkey friends were there back in the days when he wasn't sure if he was a monkey or not, or maybe he was just stuck for choice friend-wise (this happens in small towns) and he puts up with them for that reason. So long as he doesn't let them put him in danger, get him in legal trouble, or most important, get him to lend them money/go into "business" with them or let them stay at your place (luckily unlikely for you) then you're good. By the way, "Monkey Friends" is probably the best description ever of these guys. Wish I'd thought of it. Matt only has one left, and we all think he's an idiot, but the only rule I had to lay down is that he has to stop staying at our apartment like a free hotel when he comes to the city. Because I can't stand his monkey face in my house. Other than that, I don't care if Matt sees him or not.
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Julie - 2005-09-29 13:25:32
That is very true. When you grow up in a small town, the gene pool is limited, and one tends to make friends with all sorts and types. Keeping those friends is somewhat good for the soul. I have some friends from way back who are downright questionable in their adult lives and behavior, but they've been my friends since elementary school, and I like them, Monkeys or not. (Disclaimer: Not all of my friends are monkeys, and even the ones who are sort of monkeyish are PRETTY monkeys. Monkies? Monkeys.)
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Lisa - 2005-09-29 15:30:28
"Kent came back to where I was sitting, shortly followed by Fuzz who HANDED BACK the beer and said, Sorry man, I only drink Coors Light, and waited for Kent to buy him a new beer" So, Fuzz was raised by the hyenas at the local zoo, right? You know it's not the wolves because they at least have SOCIAL SKILLS. You are well out of it with what sounds like the wedding from hell.
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Russiagirl - 2005-09-29 15:46:45
Oh my God, Skateboy's Monkey friends from Oxford, OH TOOK OVER OUR HOME during our wedding (we got a hotel room for two days afterwards). When I came back into my house, one of them was sleeping on a deflated air mattress in an enormous pile of beer cans on the floor in front of the door. One of them thinks his "Balls State" t-shirt is the greatest thing ever, and one of the others un-ironically says things like, "This beer really IS mountain fresh!" God save us from our husband's Monkey friends.
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Elizabeth - 2005-09-30 15:12:57
Has anyone seen my head? It spun off and went flying across the room when I read that bit about the Monkey and the Coors light (granted everything up to that point had made it rather wobbly). But now, a little help? Can't find my head.
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Marilyn - 2005-10-01 06:45:12
I don't know what truly caused my jaw-drop...wondering how the hell Kent managed to even snag your cool Bay Area self in the first place...the fact that the Monkey Friends make MY brother's circle SOUND like Ph.D.'s...or the dreaded realization that if you told this tale in my hometown, they'd look at your obvious disgust and ask "What??"
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Marj - 2005-10-01 21:22:04
My husband's college friends came up and asked me if I had any cute single friends who wanted to get laid at a pre-wedding party. They are responsible non-monkeys in most areas of their lives, but something happens when the four of them get together. (What this means for you, unfortunately, is that this doesn't get better with time -- J is older than sutel's dad!)
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hannah - 2005-10-03 14:29:53
Emilie, I think a keg is okay, actually, especially when it is being nicely dispensed into glasses. A keg that invited kegstands, not so much.
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