And . . . a Date

So, I have a date. Now, ’round about a year or so ago, this would be a huge deal. I have a date? With a girl? Haven’t done that in a while.

But no, not that kind of date. I have a wedding date. Celeste and I will be married August 1 in the Washington DC temple.

. . . and yeah, that’s all I got.

I am engaged

Okay, so there is probably no one reading this who doesn’t already know – because I told them in person or they found out through Facebook – but last Tuesday (December 30), I asked Celeste to marry me and she, for some reason agreed. Yay. We are looking at late July or early August, but beyond that have pretty much no details whatsoever worked out yet.

Things I am Not

1. Dead. I realize that I have not put anything here in a while, but I never promised anyone (of the, like, three people who read this) I would update much. But here I am.

2. Very happy, or very sad today. Depending on who you ask, we finally have come out of the Dark Ages into a shining new future, or we are about to be plunged into a socialistic nightmare. Hogwash says I, even if I am the only person in America not to be too worked up. All due congratulations to president-elect Obama, but the fact of the matter is that I have trouble accepting any judgments made of him, when he hasn’t done a thing yet. he may be good. He may be bad. He may be average, which is okay. The country may get better or it may get worse, and it may do either of these because of him, or in spite of him. But I will not say that I can finally realize my worth as an American, nor that the End Times are clearly at hand.

3. Going to be getting out much this month. That’s right, it’s NaNoWriMo time, which for those not in the know means I am attempting to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. No, don’t ask me why. The point is, I will be busy at night after work. I am making good time so far but I want to pull ahead, that is the important thing.

And one thing I did: last Saturday, my best friend from high school,  Alec Mittiga, got married up in the Catskills, and I was a groomsman. I spent the entire reception blowing my nose, but here are some pics:

Halloween

At the reception

My favorite: I had my camera in my pocket. The whole place was muddy and cold, so they had put some mats on the path between the ceremony tent and the barn where the cocktail reception was held. The wedding party went over first and the photographer was still in the tent, so I was the only one to get this pic:

After the Wedding