Sunday morning came like a big, wet, heavy thing stuffed inside my head. My brain had been turned into slush by the vileness known as Chemical X. You may know it as beer. But not just any beer. Congratulatory beer.
Ah, I can see by the light in your eye that you are familiar with this evil.
Yes, last night two of our friends were joined in the holiest of matrimony and there was much merriment. There was cake-cutting, and speechifying, and dancing, and drinking. Lots of drinking.
But it was a very good night. Both the bride and groom looked happy and well. The bride, especially, looked fantastic. A lot of good friends from all over the region showed up to wish them well and, yeah, it was good.
So, congratulations to them, as they head down to Australia for a brief honeymoon and commiserations to the rest of us, left here in the downtown, with our heads hung low and our spirits tramplet, trying to fight our way back to normalcy.
All of which means that I haven’t managed to get much of anything done today. Ah well. Such is life.