I really need to prepare for class tomorrow but I wanted to blog first. I have a couple random things to blurt out and then I’ll get to the meat of the post. A.) Dill pickle potato chips are so f’n good! B.) I’m relatively broke but tomorrow, I am SO buying Casino Royale (in all its Daniel Craig yumminess) on Blu-ray. C.) People left and right are finding out my big news; I’ve heard “congrats” about 25 times today.

Ok, so this weekend, we attended the wedding of our good friend, Drew, and his new wife, Teresa. We have known Drew probably since about 2002 or so, maybe 2001. I remember the first story he told us was about a guy who got the snot pummeled out of him and his face swelled up to about 3 times its normal size. I don’t know why I remember this. Drew is a natural born leader, a true go-getter. His wife is really nice and seems pretty driven as well.

They were married at Willow Pond out in historic Monticello, a charming place that I looked into for our wedding, but it was already booked. They had 4 sets of chairs around a gazebo and she arrived in a horse drawn carriage, then walked to the gazebo via a wooden bridge over the pond. They played monster ballads throughout the (brief) ceremony, which included “Silent Lucidty”, a Queensyrche classic., during their “private” vows. The reception that followed was held in their facility that is a barn-like structure. It was an open bar, dancing (kind of a crappy dj) and a lot of fun. By the end, I felt drunk even though I wasn’t drinking. Maybe it was the really long day or all the excitement and commotion. It’s interesting to see friends marry and feel their happiness. Now I know what it must have been like for the people at our wedding. I was too nervous and/or wrapped up in everything to enjoy our ceremony. I don’t remember it vividly; just flashes of images: archway with flowers, Ash’s boutonniere, shaky knees during vows, sigh of relief as we exited. And now, one and a half years later, it seems so very far away.

I really had some more thoughts on weddings but one of the old TAs came into my office (he lives in San Fran) so I was kind of caught off guard. Sigh. I guess this means I actually have to do my work.