I have been assimilated. Between the day-to-day of Kev’s world and the wedding planning/coordinating I’ve been oddly busy with not much that you probably want to read about. All of it is invaluable even if it’s not thrilling content for you. The highlight so far was having “the kids” together in one place at one time, and props to Steve and Michelle for tolerating us as we giggled wildly while sorting through photos of Kev from our youth as part of a decorating project for the reception. This is the family after dinner, before too many Arrogant Bastard Ales. L to R in back: Brian, Suzanne, Kevin. Front is obviously Jen and I.

The groom-to-be and I, isn’t he stunning? He’s just as sweet and charming as he is adorable…my baby boy. Please don’t ask me why my eyes go up and his go down, I don’t know. I blame it on the mailman, much like Brian’s height and Jennifer’s intellect.

I’ve mentioned that one of the genetic links my siblings and I share (aside from a love of sleep and snoring) is “the bat face” - well this is it.

The boys had too much to drink last night so after a stint on the front porch getting fresh air, I suggested a walk. What you get is a picture of the sky at 2am and them next to a very petite stop sign conveniently hidden in a bush. For us, it politely and impishly suggested in a weak, hushed tone that you “please…stop?”.

Random: this is the tattoo parlor that marked me on my 18th birthday as I attempted to assert my independence in the form of a permanent ink spot on my right shoulder as gifted to me by Erica Ash and in partial honor of Gaea.

This is how the coffee shops roll here, where real estate is a commodity that is more than a challenge to secure. Aside from the bookstore/coffee joint/cyber café I’m using for a tech fix home base and your random Starbucks. It’s original and organic and brags of ingenuity and entrepreneurship.

Aside: since rebooting my phone about an hour ago I have no ability to text. Odd, unexplainable, true.