beginnings and no endings

The Meghan Davis and Jason Mercer wedding in Palm Springs was very lovely, very stylish, very hip....hand-crafted cocktails (mmm) and Mexican buffet and a beautiful laced-and-leaf-haired bride and very hot sun and very intimidatingly cool video montages abounded. And while I'm unpleased that Artur and I didn't get to stay in the rented house with most of the USC people, what with the awkwardness of my ex-boyfriend staying in said house...I am EQUALLY pleased that the scheduled rapture / end of the world didn't happen.

weirdest wedding ever

So we went to Artur's sister's godmother's daughter's wedding, and while it was WONDERFUL hanging out, dancing and loving on the Flying Jaroszewicz Family, the whole event was perhaps the weirdest nuptials I've ever attended. The priest kept getting the groom's name wrong during a ceremony in which he constantly talked about how terrible marriage is, then the reception was TINY yet the J family--who is close but not SO close to them--made up a good fifth of the guests, plus the father of the bride basically forced me onto his lap and started playing with my ear until I literally slapped his hand away.

sundays are for relaxing and not for traffics

Driving back from Elizabeth's wedding in San Diego, I was struck by several things, including that she looked lovely in her vintage wedding dress and that listening to Moth podcasts and TED talks while driving are potentially the most dependable ways I know to feel like a smart, good person. I also realized that when I'm away from Special for more than 24 hours (ok, honestly 12 hours) I miss him like crazy, if Artur and I have children we intend on teaching them at least as much (if not more) than the education system does, and that I really like traveling with my Mouse because we have fun everywhere.

CANCOX!

Elizabeth Wilcox got married today, and I'm so happy for her and Chris Cantwell. Our trip to (almost) San Diego to attend the wedding went well, even though we shared a room with a very drunk--though characteristically awesome--Terry.

solvang problems

Today Artur and I went on a day trip to Solvang, which should have been a two hour drive but--since we meandered and back-tracked and scenic-viewed--actually took five hours. Luckily, it was awesome driving with him, and awesome hanging out with the tattooed winery chick, and awesome eating an ice cream sampler and generally awesome being in love.