Happenings

Jimmy got married a few weeks ago.

The wedding was a bunch of fun.

Now he's on a three to four week honeymoon in Thailand and Australia.

Ryan and Jessica got married last weekend. Could I be more happy for them? Probably not.

I've been working extra hard to lose the winter spring weight I put on devouring everything in sight at every celebratory event. And by working extra hard, I mean sitting on my computer working on some website stuff for work. And drinking beer. And eating a crap load of Mexican. And now, blogging.

Ryanne and I did go hiking at Moraine, though.

I brought my camera and pretended to be the creepster-type-guy who takes photos of people riding on the paved bike path.

Ryanne didn't notice, so I stopped pretending.

She just danced to Kanye the entire way to the marina.

We spent Memorial Day at my parents making a bunch of food and enjoying the company of some family friends and my wonderful Aunt and Uncle.

My dad and his younger sister relived their childhood playing Jacks.

Joey and I relived every day at work.

Face to face with the Fab Four, then shoved to the ground with little effort.

Kind of embarrassing, but I probably deserve it after many mid-90's winters, tag-teaming him in the snow with Ian. I have vivid memories of him falling victim to the Triple Threat of me, Ian, and The Blizzard of '93.

Yeah. Definitely deserved.

I've been running almost every morning. I'm still a really, really, really bad runner. But, combining my minimal improvement and spotty self-confidence, I've decided I'm going to sign up for a marathon this fall.

I expect to hurt more than I ever have on a bicycle. But, I want to know what it feels like.

All Grown Up. Sort Of.

Well, my younger brother got married last weekend.

I know this because his desk has sat empty for the last week, and my Facebook feed is littered with pictures of him drinking Mai Tais in Maui.

He did run into Dog the Bounty Hunter, though. I can appreciate this one.

I picked up his car at the airport tonight. I let it sit in extended parking about four days longer than I should have. Consequently, he owes me forty bucks.

Yours truly was the best man. He has a bevy of excellent friends, and any of his eight other groomsmen would have been suitable to carry the torch. Especially Ian. But, I was the honored and privileged. Definitely something I relished.

I think I served him well, too. I gave him a thoughtful, sincere and proper toast. That, despite having 26 years of pent up older-brother-material which will probably inevitably be made public at some future family event when I drink too much.

I didn't take as many photos as I would have liked. I snapped some on the way to the reception with my Ricoh, but not nearly as many during the festivities. I copied a bunch from my mom's little point and shoot.