so i’ve got marriage on my mind. not in the sense that i’m lookin’ to be married, but in the sense that the institution is something i’ve been thinking about. of course it’s not completely out of the blue – i’ve been surrounded by it in the desert of the real. firstly, i’m a groomsman in andre’s wedding this weekend, which promises to be awesome fun. i’m looking forward to having a good time with my fellow penguins – three awesome guys in tuxedos will perhaps be hitting the town saturday night. secondly, my housemate arick finally got engaged. and i was just thinking on the way home how i was going to straight up cold cock him across the jaw if he was dropping the ball on that front.

between those two events it’s also been a topic of conversation in various contexts, with the bachelor-watching girls from my bible study on monday and with ate chow and kristin on sunday night.

interestingly, this mental barrage of convenantery culminated last night in a bizaare detailed dream in which i found myself walking down the aisle to be married to a girl i knew in middle school. at some point in the ceremony before the ‘i do’ portion i somehow snuck off, grabbed philip and clambered up stairs and ladders to reach a plush room in the steeple of the church. it was urgent because i needed to pray with someone because i didn’t know how to explain to this girl waiting for me at the altar that i was just marrying her because it ’seemed like the thing to do’. and then i was trying to stammer it out as she looked at me – tears in her eyes, wedding dress and all… then i woke up. awkward.

perhaps valentine’s day got to me at some level, that or all the drama that has been going on – 94.3% of which lies purely within the endless expanse known only as my imagination.

i think ze frank has the right idea, as did the beer this afternoon at the college inn pub:

i don’t know what to make of all this.