From The Daily Update 5/28/09

Good Morning. 

And so begins a very big wedding weekend and the beginning of Wedding Season in general.  Christmas or Wedding season?  Oh- I go for wedding season.  Not really, but I do enjoy weddings.  It makes me sort of sad to hear people say sometimes that they hate weddings.  I think that position is crazy.  It's a free party.  Well, its not free for everyone. It is going to cost someone a good deal of cash, but the point is that if you are merely attending, all that it will cost you is a toaster.  Here is a great excuse to dress up a little bit, you know, knock the dust off of your shoulders and get out and try to dance around as if you knew how.  Maybe find a pretty girl to spin around and around and eat some free chicken fingers and drink the... lemonade?  Depends. 

Either way- I'm grateful for people that get married and want to celebrate that occasion with their friends.  It is one of the most important symbols of heaven and earth colliding, and I think that this fact alone is worthy of a toast.  

So tomorrow morning is going to be dicey.  Tonight is the bachelor party.  I'll be staying in Atlanta and will pack the scale with me.  We'll see how it goes. It's Nuevo Loredo for dinner, so you know, tacos al pastor. Que puedas hacer? 

Also, Welcome to the world, Benjamin WIlliam Braden!  I'll love you like you were my own when I finally get to England, but I'm not going to be the cool uncle who buys you beer until you're at least 8 or 9 years old, and that's final.  I'll say more to you later, probably in the form or a personal letter. We'll talk soon- and by "talk soon", I mean that you'll probably be talking in about a year and a half, I guess. 

In other news- this is what our friend Amos had to say in response to yesterday's post about pencils and their effect on the human condition: 

(Amos is English, so for your full enjoyment and his chagrin, please read this out loud in the most Britishy accent that you can muster.) 

When I was eight, a girl in my class came back from a holiday in Greece. She had acquired a giant novelty pencil - at least a foot in length with an industrial size eraser on the end and a golden tassel she  would chew nonchalantly, just to aggravate our jealousy.
 
After lunch we had a writing exercise. Our regular pencils were sufficient for the task, but alas, her massive pencil was unwieldable, She struggled to tame it, her tiny wrists bowing under its weight, but to no  avail. She had barely managed to write her name before our teacher confiscated it. 
 
I'm sure it was a metaphor for something. - Amos.