People,

This weekend Ladybetrothed Sarah, myself and Brendo Frendo headed out to Chicago to celebrate Gordon's wedding.

I will admit that I was sort of dreading this trip. For one, I don't like flying, not really because I'm afraid of crashing, but because airplanes always make me feel headachy and sick. Another thing I don't like is attending events centered around drinking when I no longer drink myself. I always end up in a corner listening to the sob stories of the loneliest drunk in the place and wishing that I would somehow be crushed under a falling piano.

However, like many other times, I was wrong. Don't get me wrong, the plane wasn't fun, but when we got to the hotel I realized that this weekend was going to be great and that I should stop being such a cynical asshole. And so I did.

That night we went to the rehearsal dinner and it was a blast. It had at least a measure of all the good things - laughs, tears, friends, taquitos and cheap plastic instruments like the slide whistle I used to annoy the hell out of Brendo. For future reference, Hot Cross Buns makes him absolutely homicidal.

Eventually it was my turn to toast and I got up and spoke from the heart. In many ways the reality of the life changes we are all going through has been easy for me to ignore, and I'll admit that facing them in preparing my remarks made me pretty emotional. But it was such a lovefest that I wasn't even embarrassed. Dag.

Anyway, eventually the dinner was over and we headed back to the hotel, where I had baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad Mexican farts and watched a show about the aborigines on the Discovery Channel. Folks, never let it be said that I don't know how to live.

Tomorrow I'll give a full report on the wedding itself. Will you be ready?