Wasting Time

If I am posting a blog in the next two days, it’s because I’m not doing something else that I am supposed to be doing. I just spent an hour on a train in order to spend an hour going over the service, which will take ten minutes. It’s that kind of thing.

Again, and as always, I know that’s part of the deal when you’re producing, and I’m starting to get excited about the finished product. I got a letter from the Shalom Orchestra, saying they are excited about our simcha and mazel tov. I don’t know what any of that means, but I know we saved five hundred dollars by not hiring another trombone player, which is fine because only I’m gonna miss him.

I got married once before, and it wasn’t nearly this cool and the girl wasn’t nearly this awesome, although she was awesome in her own way. There is a picture of me with Ian, and it looks like I’m laughing and rolling my eyes, but I distinctly remember trying not to cry when the picture was taken.

My family were not very cooperative, and that’s what bummed me out, but you know what? It was the photographer that was making me feel like a dick for not having the whole family in the same place. Fuck that asshole. We have a cool photographer this time, a cool wedding site, a really cool bridal party featuring all my brothers and nephews, and a really cool bride and bride’s family.

What’s weird is that I didn’t give a crap what anyone thought last time, probably because I didn’t really have any respect for anyone. Now, I love everyone and I’m scared they won’t have fun. The bigger a jerk I was, the better the wedding.

Anyway, one last picture of the dining room…