The husband and I took our peacock box of gift cards along with us on the honeymoon. Lacy-Hacy had suggested that it might be a good idea. Not only to prevent them from being misplaced/stolen but also to provide us extra cash for our trip.
It was an excellent suggestion, but turns out, she had multiple motives.
Because as I slowly opened each card one by one, reading the cheesy marriage poems and cliche wedding wishes, I came across a particular envelope with handwriting that looked oh-so very familiar... Upon opening the card, I found this message: "'Well, you did it. You WON! (pact) Go ahead, bask in it... I feel all warm & fuzzy inside. :)"
I couldn't believe my eyes!
After two months of shameless teasing, claiming that she had not lived up to her end of the deal, my BFF had actually paid out.
It literally was a laugh out loud moment.
I immediately text her in my excitement. (I know, I know. Honeymoon+texting best friends='no-no'. But I couldn't resist.) "Bahahaha!! You sneaky bandit.. :D I can't believe you actually paid up on our pact! Hehehe.. But I guess it was blood money after all. :P"
You see, my roomie and I (at the time) had decided one evening, during a fit of boredom, to create an agreement of sorts regarding who would get hitched first.
She claimed that I would obviously be the first victim while I knowingly knew that she would be scooped up in no time. Both being unattached presently and seriously doubting that that would change anytime soon, we drafted a document and signed at the bottom.
At first she insisted we sign our entire name in our actual blood, but considering that a new level of creepy and secretly wishing to inflict as little pain as possible, I suggested that a small drop would do. It was a good thing too, because apparently we are both sissies. Just one prick hurt like the dickens!
(Believe me. No one is more aware of my smart phone's bad picture quality than I am.)
It reads: "This pact set forth on this -the 11th of September 200 & 11-amongst the foxilicious BABES Lacy Cornaby & Corin Haymore ensures that whosoever shall enter into the holy bonds of matrimony & sweet, sweet BABY MAKIN' TIME!! Shall immediately, without question, fork up the cold hard cash amount of $107.00. "
Why a $107.00?..
Oh, I dunno. Because $777.00 was too much and both of us share 7 as our favorite number. Do we need a better reason?
Little did we know that a month later we would both be in serious relationships and ten months later, married. It's crazy how time flies. One minute, you're wagering a small fortune (comparatively) in blood and the next you and your bestie are married within two weeks of each other.
And even though we don't live together any more and she's moved a county away, it's not going to change things one bit. Because people like us don't forget that easily.
We don't forget our debts and we certainly don't forget our friendships.
We don't forget our debts and we certainly don't forget our friendships.
And you can bet on that.
3 comments:
That's awesome! :) I'm glad you took the cards, we did that too and it paid for fancier dinners n' souvenirs n' such on our honeymoon. Yes, we saved the majority of it, but it was fun to have that little extra! ;)
You must have been extremely bored! How did you make yourselves bleed?
An old safety pin. Not our smartest idea ever...
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