Although I suppose technically, since it is past midnight, it is the Day After Guy Fawkes Day.
Today was also my friend Melissa's wedding, in which I was an usher (I even got to go to my first wedding rehearsal on Friday). Despite some small issues--such as the unity candle not lighting, and the best man initially handing the minister (Jeremy Grinnel, for those who know him) a Ring Pop instead of the rings--it was a beautiful service. The reception was fun, spending time with some great people I don't get to see often enough.
Afterwards, because the reception was short, the night was young, and I was wearing a suit, Katie, Racie, Angela and I were considering a movie (Isaac couldn't come because his wife Lisa had promised them elsewhere, and she is responsible). By the time we left the chapel, it was raining, so I pulled to the curb and picked up Racie. By the time we got to the theatre just a few minutes away, it was *pouring*; after I dropped Racie at the curb, I had to park waaay in the boondocks, so I was absolutely soaked (in suit and tie and bouttoniere).
We had to wait for the good movies to start, so after watching previews for a while, we went back to Racie's apartment (to drop off THE bouquet that she caught, and to pick up a coat), then to CU to hang out and Katie's apartment (fun was had, and both pictures and class surveys were taken), then drop off Angela (she had to work early), then back the the theatre (the rain had, mercifully, stopped before all these events.
We ended up seeing Elizabethtown, which was very good but almost great, and the sort of movie that makes you think about life, and I may talk about it at some point in the future when I am more coherent.
From there we went to coffee, but coffee turned into dessert and dessert to dinner and then dessert, because we were hungry. Many stories and laughs and much good conversation.
And then I went home.
And here I sit, sleepy and pretty well contented for a day.
And here's two pennies: one for your thoughts, and the one for the old guy.
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Definitely Gon Zolo.
And how sad to have a great idea and then realize the revelation has come and gone... similar to the day I realized I was too old to die a child prodigy.
Timing would appear to be everything.
I wonder if I know this "Melissa" she seems to share friends with me. Anyhow, I'm glad that she had a good wedding.
Wow...Racie caught the bouquet? You know, the last wedding I went to before I got engaged...I caught the bouquet and I had never done so before.
The "Melissa" of which I spoke is, or rather was, Melissa Lublin, now Melissa Kornel...Kornole...Kor...Melissa Tim's wife. (Tim who used to work at Campus safety).
I don't know why the comments seem to be stuck at one.
Jane (do you mind my calling you Jane?), I remember missing the child prodigy ferry as well. What about genius? You could still make that.
What if the old guy and I are one in the same?
hello, this is your blog site. Don't you remember me? Don't you ever think about me anymore? Wonder how I'm doing? Are you blogging with another site?!?!?!
Chivalry is not dead; it apparently exists in computer heads. Thanks for the offer of pix advice. If Aaron can't exorcise my code demons, I'll probably take you up on it.
Jane is fine by me. I've always thought my name sounded too much like poodle skirts and soda fountains for comfort. As a British lit person, it should really remind me of Wuthering Heights, but it doesn't. Just 1950s Americana.
Happy very late Thanksgiving Brian!
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