“What A Day That Was”

Well, Saturday was the longest day I’ve had in a while. I got up around 7 am, face covered with sleeplines from my pillowcase, and jumped in the car with Devon to head to Greenville where we ran a 5K to raise money for breast cancer research. Me looking a little sleepy and showing off my number post-race:

The course was pretty nice, but packed with people - there were over 6,000 participants! I was actually quite moved by how many women and men were running in memory of loved ones they had lost to breast cancer. Hundreds of people had pink patches pinned to their shirts memorializing their mothers, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, friends and neighbors. All in all I had a good run and a fun time, except for the part where a policeman yelled at Devon and I for jaywalking post-race:

“JESUS CHRIST! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT EVERYBODY ELSE
IS NOT CROSSING THE STREET?! GOD!!”

I thought he was going to have an aneurysm or something. But anyway, running has been going really well, so the tentative plan is a 10K in Columbia at the end of October and the half-marathon in Charlotte in December.

After a late brunch and a stop by the Farmers’ Market, the whole crew headed over to Brad and Sara’s beautiful backyard wedding. (Thanks to George for sharing some of his photos!)

Brian, Alix, Madeline, Brian, Arielle: delinquents in the yard.

The three AIResses all dolled up and me looking like a giant.

Nicholas looking studly, but stoical as usual.

Sara, the beautiful bride.

Derya pumping gas in wedding attire. Hot.

eating cake at the reception.

Nicholas took a picture of me eating cherry tomatoes.

Arielle and Brian: “Get me one of those little pineapple sandwich things.”

sara dons a cowboy hat.

all danced out.

Brad and Sara, JUST MARRIED.

On the way to the bar, George, looking dapper in vest and white fedora.
Me, looking like a Pat Benetar video in sparkles and plaid.

In the back of Brian’s pickup. Somehow, truckbeds
seem to have become a post-wedding tradition for me.

But Brad & Sara, congratulations. I had a wonderful time dancing and celebrating with you. Your ceremony was so beautiful and simple, I loved it.

In fact, I was thinking a lot about what I would want my ceremony to be like, if/when I ever get married. I’ll spare you all the sappy/cute details, but the general plan involves me appearing appear out of a cloud of smoke while Job’s theme (Arrested Development, anyone?) blasts from a hidden sound system. After I yell “LET’S DO THIS, HONEY!” my fiancee appears at the end of the aisle, on a segue and with a knife between his teeth. While we say our vows and kiss and blah blah blah all of that stuff, ushers distribute forties of Pabst.

Just kidding. Maybe.

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Show of hands: Who wants a Stop Making Sense combination screening/dance party?

Let’s make it happen, Sparkle City.