Calm after the storm

Well, the wedding was wonderful. Everything went smoothly, everyone was looking lovely (the groomsmen looked money, I'll tell you that right now), and I didn't forget the ring. I kept it in my tux pocket all day and would do periodic ring checks. This is where I would just say, "Ring Check!" to no one in particular as I checked to make sure it was still in its box. During pictures before the ceremony, I checked about once every half hour, but as we got closer and closer, I started checking more frequently until eventually, just before I walked in the church, I was checking about once a second. This was difficult, as the motion of removing the box from the pocket and opening it to check takes more than a second, so it just became one continuous motion of checking. It looked as awkward as it sounds, but I didn't lose it!

Many of you were wondering how my toast went. I'll post it in the replies so you can read it if you like. Obviously it loses something when you read it instead of EXPERIENCE it, but it's the next best thing. (That sentence would be funnier if I could figure out a way to make the word "experience" glow neon green and kind of bulge in and out. And also, there would be a "waa-aaah" sound, like it was toxic waste. But I can't. So imagine it. There, wasn't that funnier?) It seemed to go over quite well and I received many compliments on it, so I'm happy. My jam session with the Rhythmaires went very well too. Man, I love those guys. So old, yet so awesome.

So the happy couple are off on their Caribbean cruise, the relatives have all gone home (except for Gramma - we're rocking it together for another couple weeks), and I'm still here. But it's okay - I'm playing Guild Wars again and Josh leaving means I'll finally get a crack at the new Harry Potter. And I've all of a sudden got a lead on a great place in Chicago. So in short, my life is good. Hope yours is too.

(Except for yours, Scott and Rob. Hitting on my underage cousin means your lives are forfeit. FORFEIT, I SAY!!)

P.S. After seeing Wedding Crashers, I came to this conclusion: Christopher Walken could read the phone book to me and I would die from laughing before he got halfway through the A's.