The sound of the keening bell.
It's my birthday tomorrow.
[7 July 2006]
It's 9:09am and my stomach's been clenched for about twelve hours now. My girlfriend arrives in seven hours. I haven't seen her for seven months. That feels ridiculous, considering we're on the same continent.
I've got a lot of ground to cover, though, so I'd better make a start. It will keep me from dithering.
There was a wedding a couple weekends ago. Tom and Amber got married. You don't know Tom and Amber unless you are Tyler, in which case you were an usher. I liked the turquoise ties the ushers and groomsmen wore with the black tuxedos; well-accented, that.
When I first remarked on this to someone as we sat down in the pews, I realized I was a grown-up. Snuck completely up on me.
Scott, Sterling, and I carpooled to Baldwin for the wedding. I drove. Baldwin isn't far from Lawrence but I'd never been there. It's a well-manicured little Mayberry-style midwestern town. The church had just the right amount of arches and stained glass for my taste. The wedding itself was short and sweet, which is how I like weddings. It's how I want mine to be. Half an hour on the outside, then get 'em out of there. I won't go into details; you don't care. It was nice, was all. Dave and Katie flew up from Puerto Rico for the wedding (and for the Fourth--it was at Dave's parents' house that I firecrackered my thumb (it feels fine now, thank you)).
[22 August]
The reception for Tom and Amber (Tom's brother called them "Tamber" and the groom's friends insisted that it be weighted more to his side with "Tomber") was at the Eldridge Hotel which, while not more than five stories tall, is still a very very nice hotel. I drank wine, beer, wine, beer, and beer, in that order. My hangover was more awesome than yours. Baby Jay, one of KU's two Jayhawk mascots, arrived in the middle of the reception in coat and tails. I don't know who they get to wear the Baby Jay costume, but with the head on he came up to my chin.
After that we hit up Harbour Lights, one of your more relaxed-dress-code Lawrence bars, still mostly in our suits and dresses. The maid of honor was with us, flowing pink thing and all. It was a good night.
A week and a half ago, we did the wedding thing again, only this time it was Scott's brother Mike's wedding and my family and girlfriend came along. The guys didn't, except for Tyler and Scott, who was the best man. It was at the same church, though. Weird, right? Mike finally got taller, but he still looks about 17. Weird that he just turned 22 and he's married now. Scott's best man speech was both the most and the only heartwarming thing I have ever heard him say. Nancy Boyda's 84-year-old father, a spry, twinkly-eyed fellow named Sam, chatted up Cimmy and now exchanges regular e-mails with her. He's trying to steal my girlfriend and it is adorable.
Look how seamless this was!
[7 July 2006]
It's 9:09am and my stomach's been clenched for about twelve hours now. My girlfriend arrives in seven hours. I haven't seen her for seven months. That feels ridiculous, considering we're on the same continent.
I've got a lot of ground to cover, though, so I'd better make a start. It will keep me from dithering.
There was a wedding a couple weekends ago. Tom and Amber got married. You don't know Tom and Amber unless you are Tyler, in which case you were an usher. I liked the turquoise ties the ushers and groomsmen wore with the black tuxedos; well-accented, that.
When I first remarked on this to someone as we sat down in the pews, I realized I was a grown-up. Snuck completely up on me.
Scott, Sterling, and I carpooled to Baldwin for the wedding. I drove. Baldwin isn't far from Lawrence but I'd never been there. It's a well-manicured little Mayberry-style midwestern town. The church had just the right amount of arches and stained glass for my taste. The wedding itself was short and sweet, which is how I like weddings. It's how I want mine to be. Half an hour on the outside, then get 'em out of there. I won't go into details; you don't care. It was nice, was all. Dave and Katie flew up from Puerto Rico for the wedding (and for the Fourth--it was at Dave's parents' house that I firecrackered my thumb (it feels fine now, thank you)).
[22 August]
The reception for Tom and Amber (Tom's brother called them "Tamber" and the groom's friends insisted that it be weighted more to his side with "Tomber") was at the Eldridge Hotel which, while not more than five stories tall, is still a very very nice hotel. I drank wine, beer, wine, beer, and beer, in that order. My hangover was more awesome than yours. Baby Jay, one of KU's two Jayhawk mascots, arrived in the middle of the reception in coat and tails. I don't know who they get to wear the Baby Jay costume, but with the head on he came up to my chin.
After that we hit up Harbour Lights, one of your more relaxed-dress-code Lawrence bars, still mostly in our suits and dresses. The maid of honor was with us, flowing pink thing and all. It was a good night.
A week and a half ago, we did the wedding thing again, only this time it was Scott's brother Mike's wedding and my family and girlfriend came along. The guys didn't, except for Tyler and Scott, who was the best man. It was at the same church, though. Weird, right? Mike finally got taller, but he still looks about 17. Weird that he just turned 22 and he's married now. Scott's best man speech was both the most and the only heartwarming thing I have ever heard him say. Nancy Boyda's 84-year-old father, a spry, twinkly-eyed fellow named Sam, chatted up Cimmy and now exchanges regular e-mails with her. He's trying to steal my girlfriend and it is adorable.
Look how seamless this was!