what an exhausting weekend.

andre and teresa are now good and married, and hopefully enjoying themselves on sunny beaches in hawai’i. teresa was simply radiant as all brides should be, and it seemed like everyone had a fantastic time. pictures of me in a tuxedo forthcoming, apparently i am quite handsome when so attired. not sure if that will be adequate to change my normal apparel habits, but since the temperature hovered between ‘cold’ and ‘ass cold’ i vastly preferred my tuxedo jacket to the thin bridesmaid’s dresses.

after the wedding a few of us remained dressed up and rolled out to tini biggs for fancy drinks. i nursed a glass of glenfiddich and realized as much as i’d like to be classy, i will probably never like scotch. i should have followed josh’s lead and gone with port. mmm, port.

sunday i was woken up early by pjdiddy needing to use my garage as his car’s engine has gone all pear-shaped. that was fortuitious since i had forgotten my obligation to have breakfast with mssrs. evilmike, wolf, and the grifter at the dish in ballard. evilmike showed up and we rolled bikewise down there, despite delays arriving even a tad bit early. bikes are awesome! after enjoying some conversation and a fatty omlette with eggs, we rolled back slowly towards the university. along the way i found denise’s shoe which had gone missing during the thursday night ride debacle.

i checked on paul’s progress and decided that i less and less want a car. while he was crawling around in my garage, i rode up to church and then left from there after dinner to go play trivial pursuit: lord of the rings edition. i chose josh as my teammate, and much like the call on the port he was right on the money – we completely dominated and won a basically uncontested game. i give props to loren and the other josh for throwing the lotr marathon a few weeks back – my brain was relatively fresh.

after all that tomfoolery i once again watched the last disc of firefly and the bonus features. the last episodes always make me sad, knowing that the end is inevitable and it’s evident in the performances by the cast and crew. they give it their all and in the end there was nothing more they could do. it was like a shooting star that shined all the brighter for it’s brevity. what might it had been like had the situation been different, and it had continued on? greg edmonson, the series’ composer, wrote his “farewell track” for an episode towards the end of the series that i think sums up this sense better than words, and i think of it as sort of a soundtrack for this post: greg edmonson – the funeral.

yeah, you know the rest.