Friends and nuptials

The past year has been full of them. Standing up in two, attending two, with one coming up next month in Cadillac. This past Sunday was a huge blast from the past, complete with Saxe/Herrig homies (one was the groom, the other was drooling over Micheal Phelps...Stuart.), ridiculously mindless humor with old roomies (Cyn and Jax - your lives are forfeit.) and random BCA reconnecting (John Stiles? Where have you been? AND ERIN KENNEDY! Totally unexpected, and welcomed just the same). It was so much fun. Pounding on tables, dancing Irish jigs, drinking in hotel bars while listening to HORRIBLE lounge renditions of Linda Rondstat and Green Day covers. I was completely exhausted on Sunday...a true sign of an eventful weekend.

The wedding was great - Mikey is a grown up, Stuart looked fabulous in his tux, and the food was great, and so was the soda...and the coffee...man, I do miss having an open bar. But in this case, when your in a dry county, no luck...no really, it's the law. Laws suck. Especially those that don't let you drink. Oh, and there was a strict 'no rock/no rap/no R and B' policy, which was groovy at first. A little Marvin Gaye, a dash of Al Green, then Motown...and more Motown...and more Motown. Where's my "Come On, Ride the Train?" Where's my "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems?" But seriously, everyone had a great time and I connected with people that I haven't seen in a hella long time - we picked up right where we left off. I'm one lucky bitch, that's for sure.

And Now For Something Completely Different: Does anyone know what's up with the "Detroit Bros. Custom Cycles welcomes The Discovery Channel" banner on Woodward, north of 9 Mile?" Is "American Choppers" here?

When you live with a man, does he always seem to yawn like a hunger bear - deep, semi-grumbly and loud? Just curious...