California Girls
I'm still in California. I flew down last week to attend a wedding on Halloween with Erin. It was a very lovely wedding. I was her Plus One... But I did know a few people there, many of which I hadn't seen since 2000 / 2001.
This was somewhat awkward since before the wedding, the Bride said, "Hi, Mike!" and I drew a complete blank. Awk. Ward. She even talked about her big memory of me was going to a club with several people, where a girl in rubber undressed me. I didn't even remember that. How could I not remember that? I did remember her (the Bride) better as the evening went on. Also in my defense, Erin had obviously already told her I was coming. But still, my memory sucks.
The wedding was fantastic. It was hosted at the Middle Ranch, which used to be owned by Cecil B. Demille. It was on Halloween, but had a fairly mild, tasteful theme... 1920s / 1930s Hollywood theme. I used the wedding as a flimsy excuse to buy a black tails tuxedo jacket. Sadly, I was not the only pretty person there. I mean, hey, the Chris Williams was also there. He's always prettier than me. I hates him.
However, despite flying down here just to see Erin, I have spent the last two nights with Another Woman. Grandma! I didn't think I'd get to see her, which made me feel guilty a bit. But just being in California doesn't mean I'd be able to see her. It turns out California is a big state... But the wedding was near Pasadena, so Erin was able to drop me off here after the wedding.
I kind of miss the Northwest at the moment. The temperature has been in the high 80s. WTF? It's November. Stupid heat and sun and heat. I want it to be miserably damp and cold, dammit!
This was somewhat awkward since before the wedding, the Bride said, "Hi, Mike!" and I drew a complete blank. Awk. Ward. She even talked about her big memory of me was going to a club with several people, where a girl in rubber undressed me. I didn't even remember that. How could I not remember that? I did remember her (the Bride) better as the evening went on. Also in my defense, Erin had obviously already told her I was coming. But still, my memory sucks.
The wedding was fantastic. It was hosted at the Middle Ranch, which used to be owned by Cecil B. Demille. It was on Halloween, but had a fairly mild, tasteful theme... 1920s / 1930s Hollywood theme. I used the wedding as a flimsy excuse to buy a black tails tuxedo jacket. Sadly, I was not the only pretty person there. I mean, hey, the Chris Williams was also there. He's always prettier than me. I hates him.
However, despite flying down here just to see Erin, I have spent the last two nights with Another Woman. Grandma! I didn't think I'd get to see her, which made me feel guilty a bit. But just being in California doesn't mean I'd be able to see her. It turns out California is a big state... But the wedding was near Pasadena, so Erin was able to drop me off here after the wedding.
I kind of miss the Northwest at the moment. The temperature has been in the high 80s. WTF? It's November. Stupid heat and sun and heat. I want it to be miserably damp and cold, dammit!