I’m wet. There’s no way around it, I’m soaking, soaking wet. Last night we played Joe Squared again – a decent enough place but we had that weird combination of weather – the first half was beautiful and perfect for strolling around the city and sitting OUTSIDE pizza places and the second half was when the sky fell in and the intense rain storms chased everyone back to their homes.
So sad.
Driving home, Rowan and I were pelted with much of the evaporated Atlantic and perhaps a sizable portion of parts of it that hadn’t bothered with the traditional water cycle and was simply being somehow siphoned directly onto my Saturn in full out oceanic form.
We listened to Coast to Coast AM and talked science and hobbits as we peered into the 2am darkness, dodging cracked-out truckers and stupid humans sans their lights. Police cars were nothing but red and blue blobs and the roads were sheets of reflections, distorted by waves and rain and – in short – visibility was poor.
Tornado warnings, flash flood warnings, we made it home sans incident with the freezing rain soaking through everything, hair and clothing hanging off our sodden flesh. It was gross, it was cold, 2.30am and I’ve got to be up in the morning. Grrowl.
At the moment the rain continues unabated as I sit in a dentist’s office thinking of warmer climes. There’s a rant earlier in the Journal about ring tones that i would Love to cut and paste here. Add to that about people who talk loud on their cell phones (which is everyone), but let it be known that David Zemple is “an applicant” and this guy’s pretty excited ABOUT said applicant and is eager to get him in for an interview. The other guy fortunately couldn’t get signal until he stepped back out in the rain and the only other call of the morning has been from someone evidently named “Bitch”, though this was never said with any particular rancour.
Prepping for the wedding of Brennan and Tori!!! OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
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And Ashraf Dawod and his muse. They were great to watch and “cut a rug” later on the dance floor with wild abandon and grace. Or at least such verve than no-one would’ve noticed if they HAD put a foot wrong.
Dave and Patrick of WDAV. One of the coolest things about Brennan’s wedding was that since he’s SO plugged into the local music scene, our table specifically was like a who’s who of local music personalities… like Dave – who’s pirate radio show actually introduced me to Brennan in the first place. Heh, now that I think about it, I later sort of returned the favour – Dave and Patrick’s first date was an ilyAIMY show back in 2001 and then we played their wedding a couple of years later.
Still at Brennan’s wedding! The Lovely singer/songwriter Michael Berkowitz and his equally Lovely lady Erica. She was MINE for the walk down the aisle, but then I had to give her back. That’s how it works. They made me sign papers and stuff.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
And then they did that chair thing… you know… the chair thing? It’s a Jew thing. On a similar subject, YES, Brennan smashed the glass on the first try!
End of the day, tired and disrobing… damn I looked good!
And of course, rob hinkal and Heather Lloyd of national touring acoustic grunge act ilyAIMY.
I have no good photographs of the wedding itself unfortunately, but I stood on the side there and did my part which was … i think… if Brennan ran off AND the Best Man ran off… be responsible for marrying Tori. It didn’t come to that and Brennan got himself all happily wed. I just got to stand there and look pretty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Happy Brennan and Tori Kuhns as of Saturday, April 26th. It was a Lovely ceremony though I fear there were far too many photographs taken. I was going to die in my tuxedo and I can’t imagine how Brennan stood it all, but nothing exploded, the kiss went off sans hitches or visible saliva – I say bravo! (though not the literal “again!” meaning – just, you know, “well done!”)
