I don’t know why I’m still up. Oh wait, yes I do. BECAUSE I AM A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT. And instead of packing and going to bed like any normal person about to fly down to Florida for a week of beachy funtimes and Radiohead, I’m uploading photos from the weekend to Flickr. And I haven’t even gotten to today’s MusicFest pictures. I guess they’ll have to wait until I get back Thursday and then I’ll just do one massive photodump, yay.
Saturday my cousin Keri got hitched. It was a sweet ceremony on the river in Decatur County as the sun set. We were mooned by some boaters (see above; click the photo and then check out the large size for details). No one wanted to catch the boquet OR the garter. Bunch of commitmentphobes, I tell you whut. Anyway, good times in Parsons complete with horribly vulgar things written in shoe polish on the couples’ windshields. I hope Keri and Randy are together for the long haul. I’d hate for her to have to put another wedding together. Yow! That’s a lot of work.
Okay, enough internetting. I need to pack and clean up the apartment so I’m not instantly depressed when I get back later this week.
I wish I had your energy.
You know, that’s commitment on the mooners part and risk crashing the boat cause no one’s at the wheel.
Update, dammit! Two days is too long. Gots to have my fix.
Hope you’re shaking them titty mangoes in Florida.