ferret heist, err, i mean bachelor party

So in case your living under a rock, noa and my wedding is next weekend. so, last weekend, the guys threw a bachelor party for me. thats all well and dandy, but heres the thing. i knew something was happening that day, but was told no details. i was told to sleep in, and just wait for whatever happens. great, i think.

WELL! heres what actually occured. the night before blair had one of his infamous parties. i opted to not go, since noa and i spent the night working on wedding related stuff. anyways, our illustrious best man mr hepler decided to go. and to stay until the wee hours of the night. and to sleep in hung over. and well, overall, delay all the plans that were made. by many many hours.

all of this did not know at the time. all i knew was, noa woke up at 8am for something, and i was not allowed to know what. well, of course this made it so i could not fall back asleep. so so much for sleeping in. but, i was banished to the bedroom, and so i just read until 10:30, when finally, noa gave up, and let me out. well, 11:30 rolled around, and i thought this is ridiculous. we had things to do, so i called dan, and told him were going to be gone for a few hours until he finally tells me hes ready. so noa and i go shopping and running our errands.

i get a call at 1:30.
person on phone: how far are you from the house
me: about 20 min.
person on phone, OK. hangs up.

*me to noa* umm, what does that mean? are we supposed to go home? call them back!

noa: are we supposed to be at home?
person on phone: sure? *hangs up*

me: WTF. FINE! im driving home!

so, we get home, and well, were starving. cause we were gonna eat out before we were called. so i make food. sit down to start eating, and soroosh is at the door. i yell out the window to him, and hes like, umm, we were supposed to meet at the gas station over here, come with me to see if anyone is there. sure, i say, whatever. so we walk over. i dont see anyone. soroosh looks down and is like, OHHH, LOOK! A NOTE! har har i say. well, the note said, we have kidnapped your ferrets, and if you ever want to see them again, go home, wait, and check your email! okay, great. so we walk back. and low and behold, they are gone. poor ferrets.

so, i check my email. nothing. at this point noa is already late for meeting someone. so i wanted to drive her to her friend. but i dont know what the heck im supposed to be doing. so i call dan.

me: hey dan.
dan: hey!
me: wheres my email?
dan: how did you know it was me?
me: i just guessed.
dan: the letter says WAIT FOR THE EMAIL!
me: FINE!

so, i drove noa, and came back 20 min later. heres what was waiting for me in my inbox.

drive to dans house

Bring a steam vacuum (VERY IMPORTANT if you want to see your ferrets
alive ever again. we mean ever)

-Ferret Hunters

ferret hunters

ohh lovley! a steam cleaner. whos he kidding. at this point, i get a call, and dan says, check your email. i say i am. he hangs up
then i get called again.

dan:follow those directions EXACTLY!
me: are you kidding? im not bringing you a frickin steam cleaner! you know how much they cost!
dan: ill pay you back!
me: im not bringing you a steam cleaner just because you puked on the floor!
dan: HOW DID YOU KNOW!
me: i guessed.
dan: ok. *hangs up*

so, soroosh and i jump in the car. and i bring our smallest dust buster. this thing is about the size of your hand.
we get to dans, and im like, here you go. and i hand him the tiny dust buster.

a bunch of the guys were there, and they had organized a feast! dan had kegged some of the wedding beer, so we had beer on tap, and it was great! we ate tons of great food, and they had organized to go to yukyuks after dinner, which was awesome.

overall awesome day, and i thank everyone for helping to plan it. even though the execution started off kind of rough, i had a wonderful time and really appreciate it.

now, for the best part.

the reason the email was delayed so much was, the first time dan sent it, he sent it to the wrong email address!!!!
dan got a response back yesterday. here is what is said.

WTF

Think u got wrong email address.

ROFL

andy (in UK!)

ohh god. too funny.

andrew out

One thought on “ferret heist, err, i mean bachelor party

Comments are closed.