As probably only a few of you know, I was in a tuxedo for the majority of Saturday October 13, 2007.
This does not happen often. I'm well known for my love of causal clothing, and the mother of the groom (for which I wore said Tuxedo) was on record years ago saying that I wouldn't be able to stand up in the wedding due to my aversion to formality.
She underestimated my level of friendship. I consider Tamara and Skip two of my closest friends.
I would have worn a halloween costume if they have asked.
(Bonus Halloween note: I have worn exactly one Halloween costume in the last 15 years, going to exactly one costume party - and it was on the insistence of these two)
Unfortunately for my handful of readers, my propensity for getting into story making adventures did not yield any out of the ordinary (and thus blog worthy) results. All I have to show are pictures of me in a tuxedo. (Yes, there were emotional moments occurring in my psyche, but I will spare outsiders of overtly sappy love of love viewpoints here)
It was a rather large wedding party.
Five people stood up on each side with a sixth junior groomsman and junior bridesmaid.
Very soon after the "rosters" were established, and I realized who I would be escorting up and down various aisles and in and out of vehicles and banquet halls - I thanked Skip.
Here are a couple more shots of the two of us. The only word in my vocabulary to describe the amount of pictures she took is "copious."
Very few moments have the ability to render me speechless. I'm usually able to blunt out at least a bad pun... But Saturday October 13, 2007 was one of those days. I was honored to be involved.
Once again, congratulations Skip & Tamara:
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Please, somebody tell me if they have successfully downloaded the new Radiohead album! The site is asking for damn Euros and I don't know what to do. I want to pay for this album, these guys are in my top five of all time favorite bands - I just have so little confidence because Radiohead is anti-iTunes and I want them on my iPod.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Finally acquired the new Kanye album from a coworkin' friend - now I'm really looking forward to my return to live Hip-Hop this Halloween at the House of Blues (Lupe Fiasco)
Mr. Thomas Brady, the quarterback of the New England Football Patriots - please continue your excellence - my fantasy (football team) is coming true.
This Saturday I will be in a tuxedo for only the third time of my life. Skip, you're worth it.
I was invited to go out to a couple gay bars last Saturday. Decided to play poker instead (no pun intended).
For the first time in my life, the hours between 8 am and 5 pm seem to be in better order than anytime after 5 pm. I do not like that fact.
A little over a week ago a friend asked, "did she have a ring on her finger." I didn't know the answer. I used to be pretty much on top of that - what does it say about me that I'm not even taking the effort to check anymore? (assuming it's there either in reality or in theory)
Very recently I was asked "Do you still play basketball?" I had to pause. "It's not a tough question." was the follow up comment. No it's not, but why am I making it tough? Sure, I used the whole face-breaking incident as a fall back excuse, but that's not it
Every other commercial is for a film I really want to see.
I may soon set a record: most money spent at Costco without showing (let alone owning) a Costco Membership card.
Explaining what I do for a living is difficult to say in under 7 minutes. That has to be boring to all else but me.
Yes the Bears won, but let's still start talkin' Bulls.
Nothing made me happier last month that listening to my Father's stories from his first visit to Ireland - this is saying a lot because September was very good to me. In fact, September 2006 was the best month of my life ever, and Sept 07 was a very nice follow up act.
Even if you understand - you may not comprehend.
Nip/Tuck is commin' back... It's gonna be worse than ever before (and that means I'll only want to watch it more)
Friday Night Lights is already back... It's going to continue to be as good as it was (and that means nobody will want to watch it)
I think Rexy will be Sexy elsewhere very soon. And I hope he leaves. Chicago was so poor to him, and yet I still believe in him... He deserves better - and I will continue to root for him.
Eddy Curry got hurt today. I care less about that individual.
In the beginnings of a major upset to my popular opinion - I am starting to wonder if raising a daughter would be an easier proposition than a son. This is classic beyond issue worrying.
3 AM Eternal, as I look at the clock right now, only makes me think of one thing.... not the amount of time I have left to rest... I can only think of the classic late 80s track by The KLF. Paging Mr. iTunes.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
1. (sometimes initial capital letter) resembling or befitting Don Quixote.
2. extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable.
3. impulsive and often rashly unpredictable.
[Origin: 1805–15; (Don) Quixote + -ic]
—Synonyms 2. fanciful, fantastic, imaginary.
—Antonyms 2. realistic, practical.