Thursday, September 10, 2009

My BachelorETTE Party

Special thanks to the ladies (and men moonlighting as ladies) of South Hope Street for the delightful humiliation and emasculation of a bachelorette party paradoxically in honor of the groom. Special thanks to Byrnes for looking ravishing in a pink cowboy hat and happily shape-shifting from bride-to-be to bridesmaid.

As you can see, attendees decided to honor my universally recognized super sweet left bicep tattoo via replication and without the slightest, teeny-weeny, itsy-bitsy, iota of sarcasm or mockery. Right? Right guys? My tattoo makes me cool. Right?

30 days to go. Bring it on, Byrnes!!!!! You won't have to look for me on the 10th of October!!!! I ain't backin' down!!!!!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Feature: Folks Coming to the Wedding

Brian "Always With Butter" Giehl and Jason "Maine Fresh" Steiner. Co-Best Man and Groomsman, exuberant shellfish.

Meet (but do not eat) Brian and Jason on October 10 at the Colony Palms Hotel (petty cab driver not included).

Feature: Folks Coming to the Wedding

Robert "Fat Sooley" Hirsch, father to the groom, cocktail napkin idea man, unchallenged supreme lothario of the 20th century, intrepid soul in flight to Palm Springs.

Meet Fat Sooley on October 10 at the Colony Palms Hotel.

Feature: Folks Coming to the Wedding

Jaden "Super Fly" Ilic, newest friend to bride and groom.

Meet Jaden on October 10 at the Colony Palms Hotel.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Feature: Folks Coming to the Wedding

Matt "Bette Davis Eyes" Kitson. Friend and colleague.

Meet Matt on October 10 at the Colony Palms Hotel.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Colony Palms Room Availability

44 of 56 rooms at the Colony Palms Hotel now booked for the wedding weekend.

The hotel is the centerpiece for everything. Truly a great joint. You will roll out of bed into the pool and into the ceremony/reception. You will roll out of bed into the restaurant for breakfast and the bar for liquid dinner. Byrnes and I have negotiated the lowest possible rates for each level of room. Maximize your convenience. Act now while supplies last!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

My Girl Likes To Party All The Time, Party All The Time, Party All The Time . . . .

Decadence? Debauchery? Devilishness? D . . . um . . . D . . . er . . . Deeeeeeemolition of one's family values? Destitution (after contacting your credit card company to remove the security block after $2000 in transactions within a one hour span, at 3 a.m., at an establishment that shows up on your receipts as "restaurant/hospitality").

You know what I'm talking about. It's a tradition practiced since the advent of recorded human history. It is said that when the cavemen discovered fire, they illuminated the first bachelor party soon after, and the hunters woke up the next day with a raging hangover, laid out next to a bleeding ox, a long spear and a pair of bikini bottoms on their heads. "Grrrrr, argggggh, ucccch, grrrrr," they muttered, voicing their approval of the new ritual. Soon, the women of the clan joined the festivities, fashioned history's first "condom shirt" and bashfully allowed Ooga-Booga, the tribe's strongest field laborer, to drink fermented berry juice out of the bride-to-be's navel.

Byrnes and I now honor the traditions of our human ancestry and, in the words of Thomas Hayden Church in "Sideways," triumphantly vow "this is our time, we should be cutting loose, we're here to party, man!"

First up, the weekend of August 14 to August 16, I, Hirsch, will return to the city of my almost birth and try to pack 30 years of memories into 72 hours. Rumor has it that Jason "No Beer Too Big" Steiner, Co-Best Man, and I will be staying at the Le Parker Meridien, 116 W. 56th Street in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. Rumor has it that we will rendezvous at our former alcoholic base camp, City Lobster, at approximately 5 p.m. on Friday, August 14. The "Lobster Shack", as it is affectionately (or disrespectfully called depending on the level of service), is located on 49th between 6th and 7th.

For those of you with prior plans over the weekend, I will likely touch down at JFK on Thursday morning and will have a hankering for a NYC meal, NYC drink and NYC carousing on Thursday evening as well. My cell phone number is (917) 941-3838. Give a ring if you would like to break bread a day early!

And that's all I know. Could be a Citifield excursion mixed in on Saturday night or Sunday. Could be a pub crawl. Could be a street fight like the climactic scene at the end of "The Outsiders" (you may call Kevin McCarthy "Pony Boy" if said fight ensues). Could be a . . . MUUUUUUURDAAAAAH!!!!! Who knows - I'm just really looking forward to seeing my old chum again and immersing myself once again in the "city that never sleeps" (as is my left bicep tattoo that similarly doesn't sleep). See you at happy hour, yanks!

Second, Byrnes and her esteemed entourage descend upon Las Vegas and the Palms Resort & Casino Labor Day weekend, September 4 to September 7, with the big shebang going down Saturday evening, September 5. If you have a sinful itch for "Sin City" and want to be a part of this celebration, please contact the Maid of Honor, my soon-to-be sister, Renee Pehanich at renee.712@gmail.com. Trust me - this ain't your mama's bachelorette party! Things could get dicey! The Maloofs have purchased additional insurance for the property if that is any indication.

Third (third you say?), I will attend the bachelor party of James Buchrieser, longtime friend and younger brother of groomsman Detlef "Robby" Buchrieser, hosted at the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas the weekend of September 11 to September 13. Co-Best Man Jason Steiner will also attend. Other Co-Best Man, Michael "Sack Lunch" Lee, has hinted at a possible jaunt to the desert. For those of you who do not know James, but know me, know Vegas and want to know Vegas again, consider this my bachelor party 1(a). Contact Robby Buchrieser for details at (631) 445-6222.

See you when we see you - and it looks like we will be seeing you a lot. That's good because it has been waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long.

We thank all of our friends in advance who participate in these events. We love you all. We will love you all when you wake up next to Mike Tyson's Tiger and find a blubbering baby in the hallway closet. We will love you even after the effects of the Rufinol subside.

Now let's do this thing!!!!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Feature: Folks Coming to the Wedding

Lawrence J. Bartelemucci, aka the "Mooch."

Meet the Mooch on October 10, 2009 at the Colony Palms.

But do not, I repeat, do not stare into his eye!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Registry

The best gift you can give us is your presence at our wedding.

However, by request, here is a registry with some things we like:

Bloomingdales

Macys

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Feature: Folks Coming to the Wedding



Kevin "The Irish Assassin" McCarthy, groomsman.

Meet Kevin on October 10 at the Colony Palms.

Monday, May 11, 2009

About Us

A chronological timeline of how Bridget Cara Byrnes and Craig Michael Hirsch met and fell in love:

May 23, 2003: Hirsch arrives at former New York City law firm, Anderson Kill & Olick, as a Summer Associate. He is not eager. He is told he will learn insurance recovery law and learn to love it. He is very skeptical. He lays eyes on Byrnes, a first year associate who calls everyone "dawg" and dresses like a test pilot (Hirsch will come to call her "Chuck Yeager" in ribbing jest). Indeed, she has learned insurance recovery law. However, she does not love it. In fact, Hirsch believes her to hate it. He is intrigued.



By the end of the Summer, Byrnes has abused her power and asked Hirsch to pen a memorandum on the technical distinction between the American Bison and the Buffalo as an official Summer assignment. He complies, unwittingly. He is a sucker for Byrnes.

Hirsch weighs 170 pounds.

September 20, 2004: Hirsch arrives at former New York City law firm as a first year associate. He is now eager (not to practice law, but to service his ever-mounting credit card debt). With assurances from the firm that he would have permanent employment, his 3rd year of law school enjoyed all the wonderful trappings of financial success before financial success had actually arrived.

Hirsch sees Byrnes again. "What up, dawg?" "Hey, Chuck Yeager. Sweet bomber jacket." "Hey Hirsch, nice gigantic head. How's your neck feel about holding up Jupiter?" Throughout their friendship, Byrnes would playfully poke Hirsch about possessing an abnormally large head and wearing a sweater made of real bear. Hirsch would become insecure and begin feeding his insecurities. He also started increasing his butt consumption, moving towards one pack of Camel Lights per day, due to the pressures of work.

Byrnes and Hirsch would begin eating in the same firm circles. Hirsch learned that Byrnes's front two teeth were veneers received at the recommendation of a quack dentist who had shaved her front incisors into nubs. Byrnes learned that Hirsch had five tattoos, one featuring a martini glass on his left bicep holding the Manhattan skyline and the not profound, no meaning at all phrase: "NO SLEEP."

In the future, Byrnes will call Hirsch one evening and ask if he would be interested in posing for her friend's upcoming book on tattoos. Hirsch will be flattered and agree. Byrnes will respond with a droll laugh. Hirsch will find out before the shoot that the book's working title is "Regrettable." Hirsch will call Byrnes a jackass.

A friendship begins to bloom. Hirsch has begun consuming a ton of Wendy's.

Hirsch weighs 185 pounds.

March 30, 2006: Byrnes's hair is now purple from an unfortunate at-home coloring fiasco. Hirsch digs her hair, but publicly decries the shade as ridiculous and asks Byrnes what's it like being a goth-yuppy. Byrnes queries what's it like being fat. Hirsch is now ordering extra cheese on everything. He has a particular affinity for a hero from Majestic Deli on the corner of 50th and 7th, a turkey, swiss (extra swiss), bacon (extra bacon), lettuce sandwich with Russian dressing (extra dressing). He has been known to eat two of them in a given work day.



Hirsch has now seen Byrnes without one of her veneers. One night at a firm karaoke event it popped out after biting into a piece of pizza. The sight of Byrnes without her veneer frightened Hirsch. He accompanied her to CVS to purchase denture bond as a temporary elixir for her toothless visage. Hirsch said she looked like a redneck and began singing "Cotton-Eyed Joe" to poke at her. They attended to her dental needs together in the karaoke bar's bathroom that had an out of order sign on the door. Thus, the proprietor believed Hirsch and Byrnes were doing narcotics and shooed them out.

In the future, after their first, unexpected romantic encounter, Byrnes will send pictures to Hirsch of her face sans veneer trying to dissuade him from the pursuit. Hirsch will counter with pictures of himself from the mid 1990s when he wore silk shirts, had a deplorable goatee and wore pants so big they covered his feet. But no amount of missing teeth or rave haute couture will be able to deter their march towards each other.

Byrnes and Hirsch have become good friends. They drink at happy hour with the firm rabble. They grouse about their current partners; Hirsch is immersed in a six-year relationship sputtering on an empty emotional tank, Byrnes is engaged to a would-be rock star, but drags her feet on planning the wedding. They leave happy hour each night with a hug and a parting jab (e.g., "See yah tomorrow, Hirsch. See yah tonight over the buildings, Hirsch's head.")

Hirsch has ballooned to 200 pounds. Cheese controls his life.

August 2, 2006: Hirsch's relationship has ended. Byrnes consoles him. Hirsch and Byrnes grow closer. Byrnes handles Hirsch with kid gloves and makes him feel good. Hirsch's standard lunch is three junior bacon cheeseburgers, a five-piece chicken nugget, a large Frostie and a Biggie coke from Wendy's - a savory denouement to the three McGriddles he smushed into his face only hours earlier for breakfast.



Hirsch puts up a profile on J-Date, but finds his encounters to end in unfeeling rejection or veritable marriage proposals within a week of interaction.

Byrnes sends him emails that brighten his day. She is always a willing ear. And Hirsch is talking a lot these days about regret.

He's eating too (as you know): 210 pounds.

November 23, 2006: Byrnes is in dire straits. Betrayal. She is no longer engaged. She is alone in the world. Hirsch wants to be there for her now, wants to be her rock. He owes her for her compassion. They spend many late nights together in maudlin banter. Woe is me! Woe is you! Hirsch marvels at Byrnes's strength. In the darkest of times, she perseveres. She refuses to capitulate. Hirsch has grown supremely fond of Byrnes.

A telling moment at Byrnes's birthday party. The catalyst - a picture of Hirsch with turkey gravy on his eyeglasses. Apparently he plants his full face in food now. Byrnes chuckles at the picture. Hirsch loves her for it. No, Hirsch loves her. He loves every thing about her. He loves every minute shared over the past years. Every joke. Every joshing moment.



Hirsch loves her. He decides to tell her about it - over and over again. Byrnes is surprised. She can only offer that it is "not completely unrequited."

Hirsch blames this ambivalence on his, er, "Rubenesque" frame. He has topped out at a portly 219 pounds. His head is enormous. His eating habits deplorable. His smoking habit out of control. Couches are leading less sedentary lives than he is.

And he cannot get Byrnes. And he has never wanted someone more. Cue the Rocky montage music: A life change is necessary.

February 4, 2007: Byrnes, Hirsch and firm folks head to Chicago for Super Bowl XLI. Byrnes's home town. They carouse with her sister and brother. They witness an entire bar shake when Devin Hester returns the opening kickoff. Hirsch swears never to return when the temperature drops to -150 degrees. Byrnes calls him a sissy. However, Byrnes has begun to come around on Hirsch. Hirsch has quit cigarettes and put down the Frosties. He is in the gym. He has wiped the gravy from his glasses.



Hirsch has begun dating another woman. Byrnes has the slightest inkling of what she calls "'irritation" (translation: irritation means jealously in the Byrnes lexicon, though she will never admit it - good thing she asked me to write the "About Us" section and this story is one-sided).

Hirsch is 197 pounds.

April 15, 2007: Byrnes has returned from Hawaii. Hirsch has returned from Disney World. Byrnes calls Hirsch super lame for going to Disney World. Hirsch thinks Byrnes is once again "irritated" by the company he kept on his vacation. Hirsch has never felt closer to a woman. He savors every platonic minute with her. They cavort and gallivant around New York City during the witching hours. They don't want to go home to their lives. They want their nights together to never end. Every night is pushed to last call. Some nights go beyond last call.

Hirsch is 184 pounds.

May 6-7, 2007: The legendary events of the evening of May 6, 2007, remain ensconced in mystery for the inquiring public. Some speculate that Byrnes performed an interpretative dance to Color Me Badd's "Sex You Up" for Hirsch as a promulgation of her love. Others contend that Hirsch in fact initiated the romance via a symbolic offering of his "fat pants" - the size 38s khakis he used to wear to work - a sign of his serious commitment to Byrnes.



However, all the gossips agree on what resulted from that evening. Byrnes and Hirsch began a love affair that brings them to the Colony Palms, Palm Springs, on October 10, 2009, to enter the bonds of matrimony. Hirsch loves Byrnes without relent or condition. Byrnes loves Hirsch with devotion and unbridled passion.



THE END

(Epilogue: Hirsch ends this story at 175 pounds. Byrnes contends she always loved Hirsch - even when gravy prevented untrammelled sight into her eyes. Hirsch argues that Byrnes found him jolly and ridiculous at that stage of his development. No concession on this point is expected from either side prior to October 10.)



Saturday, May 9, 2009

Babysitting

So, you are bringing the little ones but you still want to party on Saturday night?

The Colony Palms has recommended the following child care service:

Celebrity Sitters
(760) 251-4567

xoxo.  B&H

Friday, May 8, 2009

New Feature: Folks Coming To The Wedding


Dennis Artese and Greg Hansen.

Meet Dennis and Greg October 10th at the Colony Palms

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Getting There

For those flying to California, there are several different airports to choose from.

PALM SPRINGS

First choice would definitely be Palm Springs. Takes the rental car totally out of the equation and you will completely avoid all traffic coming from LA, Orange County, and San Diego. The downside is it's a small regional airport with a more limited flight schedule. There are also a number of flights that fly to LAX first and then out to Palm Springs.

LOS ANGELES (LAX OR BURBANK) 

Flying into one of the LA airports and renting a car to drive to Palm Springs is another option. Car rentals tend to be cheap in CA. The drive to Palm Springs (without traffic) usually takes about an hour and a half. Traffic is terrible in LA, however, so be prepared to spend an extra hour or two depending on the time of day that you are traveling.

ONTARIO

Flying in to Ontario means you land 60 miles east of LA and you skip most of the traffic you'll encounter getting through downtown and the east LA communities. It's still another 70 miles to Palm springs from Ontario, but most of these will be traffic-free. Unless you land in the late afternoon on Friday.

See you in Palm Springs!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Accommodations


We are getting married at the Colony Palms Hotel in Palm Springs, CA.

Originally dubbed The Colonial House by reputed mobster owner Al Wertheimer, the Spanish Colonial style hotel began receiving guests in 1936 featuring plenty of sunshine, a good night's rest, as well as a legendary underground speakeasy and brothel. The hotel was renamed The Howard Manor in the late 1940's when Robert and Andrea Leeds Howard (owners of the champion thoroughbred Sea Biscuit) took possession. For the next 25 years the hotel was a haven for young Hollywood in Palms Springs. Having just re-opened after an extensive renovation, The Colony Palms Hotel, has regained its swagger as a stunning four-star boutique. The hotel was designed by Los Angeles based Martyn Lawrence-Bullard.

We have reserved the entire hotel (56 rooms) and negotiated special rates for our guests.

Reservations should be made by phone (800.557.2187). Be sure and mention you are with the Byrnes-Hirsch wedding.

The following rooms are available on a first-come-first-serve basis:

Superior King - $170/night
Deluxe King - $200/night
Deluxe Double - $200/night
Junior Suite - $295/night
Casita - $295/night
Winners Circle - $295/night

Room descriptions are available on the Colony Palms web site.



Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Wedding Party

THE LADIES:

Maid of Honor: Renee Pehanich















Bridesmaid: Eileen Ilic















Bridesmaid: Lillian Moya















Bridesmaid: Luma Al-Shibib















Bridesmaid: Casper Yaquob















Bridesmaid: Erin Blair















Bridesmaid: Lesley Seres




















THE FELLAS:

Best Man: Michael Lee

Best Man: Jason Steiner

Groomsman: Eric Fonacier

Groomsman: Detlef R. Buchrieser ("Robby")

Groomsman: Kevin McCarthy
Groomsman: Brian Giehl
Groomsman: Aaron Byrnes