I just found out today that a very dear friend of the family had passed away. Jack Crow4ell (the four is silent) died earlier this week. He was a man of amazing talents and many of my favorite childhood memories involve him.

As we fast approach the end of the month, it will be hard for me - Halloween was always Jack's holiday. The saturday before Halloween he would come over to the house - mom would cook up a big pot of chili and we'd all sit at the good dining room table. But what was really exciting was what happened after dinner.

At the kitchen table, now covered with newspaper held down with masking tape, we would set out the pumpkins that we had chosen previously. Jack would look at each one, hold it in his hands, move it about, look hard at the shape. After selecting, he would then set out his tools.

Oh his tools - to a seven year old this was like watching a master at work. He had his own wood carving tools that came in a little case. It was a handle with a dozen of different blades that he could screw on to them. Round, oval, square, chisels, every size you could imagine he had. I would watch him as he would carefully pick the first one and screw it on the handle. It was quite the display.

And the pumpkins he made. Once, from a long and skinny pumpkin, he made a chinese dragon. With one of his shavers he made two long curlieques that stuck out of the nose like fiery tendrils. He could make eyes that would glow with texture and depth. He was smartly funny with his designs and it showed. After we were done we would set them out on the font porch and light them. NEstled between our childlike, gaping toothed faces would be Jack's....with ears that stood out and eyebrows that looked hairy.

After the pumpkins were done we would fill out living room with orange balloons. A floor full of orange balloons while on TV there would be some halloween special or another. Armed with black markers we would go after each balloon and draw jackolantern faces on each one. Jack, sitting on the couch or on the chair would tell stories and laugh with my parents as the pen would squeak along the latex. In the dark of night we the kids, the native bearers, would hold out the balloons for Dad, Mom and Jack to tie from the branches of the trees in the front yard.

It's been many, many years since we had chili with Jack and carved pumpkins with him. There are more memories of Jack, of him performing with the master singers, but perhaps that's a story for my brother to share with us. But, for me, Jack is my halloween master with his box of magic tools that turned pumpkins into art.

-- I sliced off the tip of my right ring finger using a mandolin on Sunday, continuing the theory that I should never be in the kitchen.

-- you can customize your own romance novel and have it printed for $40. It's absolutely hilarious.

-- I missed Heros last night, but that's why we have hulu

-- Christopher Moore is just plain wonderful. Go read his work.

-- I am attempting to clean the house up a bit. Kind of hard when you can really only use one hand.

-- I need to go on a bike ride today.

-- It's autumn. Now starts the season of massive consumption of food (just kidding).

This past weekend Jonathan and I traveled a grand total of approximately 4,000 miles round trip to attend two weddings of some fantastic people. We got to celebrate with friends, catch up on gossip, and I was able to show off Jonathan (who wore a dashing suit that I convinced him to get just for this occasion. Of course, this was helped by the fact that i mentioned his need of a suit to his mom).

I've been to quite a few weddings in my time, both of friends and family (the summer of 2006 to winter of 2007 will stand out the most in my mind as I did 6 weddings in 9 months) and what I really have learned from all of this is that every wedding is exactly the right wedding for the couple who planned it. Every wedding has its own chaotic bits (wedding dresses falling apart, ill weather, last minute rehearsals, power outages, reception sites backing out, etc etc) but those details get over looked by the power of what happens that day: two people come together, with their friends and family, to celebrate something that really is beyond God or the State (even though that gets tied up in the whole ordeal). They come together out of love, out of friendship, or just to make sure that yes - this is in fact REALLY happening and they want to be there to say they saw it.

The weddings I went to this weekend were on opposite ends of the spectrum from each other. CJ and Elaine's wedding in Madison was everything you would think a wedding of CJ and Elaine would be. There were kazoos, jet planes, pictures of Winston Churchill on popsicle sticks, a recitation of "Mawwiage" from The Princess Bride, a song about weasels, a giant tent, a bouncy castle, and a dixie land band. CJ and Elaine have been together for 13 years before they decided to get married, and I believe that they did that because they wanted to get married on their own terms, not because it was what society expected them to do. They wanted to make their own time, do things their own way and, as Elaine told me at Adam and Kaela's wedding in 2006 "Really, we just want to have an awesome party with everybody there. Screw the marriage part, we just want to have fun!"

While some outsiders might thing that their wedding was "anti-wedding" meaning that there was no wedding planner, no $1000 wedding dress, no dyed-to-match shoes, and definitely not what anybody would find in Bridal Weekly, it was not, in anyway, anti-marriage. In fact, it was the epitome of what a marriage celebration should be: a reflection of the wonderful personalities of both the bride and the groom, their family and their friends. This includes the nerf guns.

Now while this may seem that I am belittling the "ideal" wedding that many women seem to have of a big church, fancy dress, the whole song and dance - I want to tell you about the other wedding we went to: that of David and Diana's that followed the next day and was held in Palo Alto at the Thomas Fogarty Vineyard.

This outdoor wedding had seven groomsmen, six bridesmaids, four young men holding the chuppah, and over looked the south bay on top of either a small mountain or a tall hill (probably a tall hill). It was probably the most beautiful places I've ever been to for a wedding. And I can say that, with out a doubt and with no offense meant to ANY of the brides whose weddings I have attended in the past, that Diana made the most gorgeous bride I have ever seen. It's not like I'm ranking you fine ladies for all of you look amazing on your wedding days but damn. Diana could have fallen out of the pages of any bridal magazine.

The rabbi who officiated the ceremony made sure that everybody there knew that this was not just about the bride and groom. A marriage is a community event, a celebration so wonderful that people fly from all over to be a part of it, much like they will be a part of the marriage itself, as foundation and support through all the years to come. As David and Diana stood beneath the chuppah, we were all there to be a part of that, to celebrate with them, to remember the day and be there for all the years to come.

The reception was fancy and Jonathan, Kevin, and I all sat at the "sassy" table - you know, the table that's by the bar and manages to make a deal with the servers so that a bottle of wine is always full at our table. We made a drinking game of the toasts (one rule being "drink anytime the wedding planner gets all cracked out") and even participated in the australian cheer, shouting out OI! OI! OI! at the pivotal moment. The wedding and reception was scheduled and planned with an itinerary that could fit in a binder, but looking at David and Diana that whole night you could see how happy they were. THey danced with their friends and family and radiated with joy. The wedding may have been scripted but they were the ones who wrote it, and they wrote it (at least from my perspective) with out the feeling of "well, we have to do this because it's what we have to do!" and it truly was the wedding of David an Diana - no one else could have had that wedding.

What I have learned from all of this, all the weddings I've been to, all the weddings that are going to happen, and with the advent of California legalizing gay marriage (and let's hope it stays that way! EVERYBODY SUPPORT NO ON MEASURE 8!) is that everybody can have the wedding that they want in any way that they want it.

It's true that marriage is changing these days, but I actually think it's changing for the better - couples are planning their marriages, not just their weddings. They are really thinking about what needs to happen for them, as a couple, as a unit, to happen before they agree to a lifelong commitment. These couples are not getting married because it's what society expects of them, or because it just seems like the thing to do, or its fulfilling some childhood fantasy - no. These couples are getting married because they have taken the time to think and they know what they want. As a result, their weddings - either traditional or not, radiate with the same emotion.

Anybody can have the wedding of their dreams - it doesn't matter if their budget is $2,000 or $20,000. What matters is that they are making that choice together and that their friends and family come together to support that.

Of course, after CJ and Elaine's wedding, it's going to be pretty hard to out shine that. "We could always have it on a viking long ship" Jonathan told me. A viking long ship with Hawaiian flowers (just ask my mom).

a sniffly sneezy snotty runny mess.

My skin is electrified (as it always is when I get sick) and my head is filled with biodegradable cornstarch packing peanuts - if it were to get wet it would all melt away. Perhaps this is why I have been spending so much time in the shower. I secretly hope that it'll all melt down the drain, much like the girlfriend in "Blood Music," sending little nano Megs out into the world to infect you all with this martian death sinus crap.

Work is not pleased that I am not there. I am not pleased that I am not at work. Jonathan was over last night because he has today and tomorrow off. I vaguely remember him leaving this morning, taking my boxed up clothes with him as he left. I love him because even with wads of toilet paper shoved up my nose and eyes red from rubbing and a chest that's covered with goo from my sneezes, he still thinks I'm cute and he still loves me, even when I say things that are totally cold medication induced.

Last night we moved the futon downstairs with a "take me I'm free!" sign on it. The books and movies that I had put down there the night before had already disappeared. I tell myself its because they were wanted and it wasn't just the janitors throwing them away. Nothing distresses me more like the idea of a book in a landfill. It's such a sad and lonely thought. Leaving books out on the curb to me is like leaving a box full of kittens outside a grocery store. Sure, someone might take them home but odds are they'll end up alone and have to fend for themselves. Books aren't too good at fending. I hope for the best.

Today I am going to sleep some more. I've taken my meds (let's hear it for the z pack!) and my tylenol sever congestion pills that should last me until about noon. My fingers are still stiff with water retention and I don't want to step on the scale because I know my weight will be up. However, it's just a number.

Sasha has determined that the most comfortable place to sleep is on cardboard in the middle of our empty living room.

On Friday, September 5th, Jonathan and I will be in MILWAUKEE!!! We're flying in at 6pm and staying with Carolyn for the night (we drive to Madison the next morning).

We will be hanging out in Milwaukee for that night! Do you want to hang with us? y/y?


PS - I can has sinus infection? NOOOOOOO! MY ANTIBIOTICS!!!!

It's Tuesday morning - currently I am on Jonathan's bed (which I'm not sure can be classified as a bed any longer - he removed the cinderblocks and plywood that made up the "boxspring" and the IKEA bought mattress is currently resting directly on the floor. However, this is no worse than sleeping on plywood and cinderblocks) getting ready to go to Davis when, in fact, I am anything BUT ready to go to Davis for my weight loss class. This week I feel off the wagon in a pretty spectacular way. It was completely my choice in every regard and I am disappointed in myself that I allowed myself to do it.

Also - and part of the reason why I am still in bed - is that I woke this morning with the all too familiar feeling of cement in my sinus slowly seeping down the back of my throat. As is creeps its way down, it sands down the back of my throat. My ears are starting to tingle with the pressure and my knuckles are stiff and swollen from water retention. Now - this could simply just be because I slept last night only about four inches off a carpet that has not been vacuumed since the dawn of time and a little sudafed or benadryl will take care of this lickitlysplit. Or, worse, I caught my manager's cold and I will be a dying wreck by this weekend. You know, moving weekend.

I'm really hoping for the first.

Right now I am going to ratchet myself off of the bed, slap on clothes, drink some water, and head over to the store next door in the vain hopes of finding some drugs to ease my suffering and, thereby, ease the suffering of my soon-to-be-roommates so I can actually work this weekend.

PS - my stress dreams lately have been AWESOME.

Things are going pretty darn good - now let's not jinx it!

Yesterday, Kevin, Tara, Jonathan and I all met up in Albany and signed our lease! We then had dinner at a great Indian restaurant on Solano Ave to celebrate and talk about moving and housing stuffs. We had a great time and we're very excited to get this whole move done and over with!

Our neighborhood is awesome. It's bike friendly, in walking distance of tons of ethnic restaurants, a Safeway, Longs Drugs, an independent movie theater, a library, and a YMCA. We're walking distance from two BART stations, two blocks away from a transbay bus, and a bike ride away from Berkeley. There's a few bars within stumbling distance as well. All in all I am really looking forward to this move. I'll be sad to leave San Francisco, but it's only a BART ride away and I'll still be working in the city.

In other news, the weight loss is going well, even though I have been having some real food mixed in. The last two weeks have been really hard, split evenly due to stress of finding an apartment, being on my period, and exercising too much.

Yes - that's right. I determined I was exercising TOO MUCH.

When you're consuming about 800 calories a day, anything over 400 minutes of exercise a week is too much. It wasn't that I was pushing myself too hard (just enough to break a sweat, get my heart rate up, etc) but that I was just doing too much with too few calories. I've toned it down a bit this week (alternating elliptical with my lunch walks) and as a result I have been feeling less ravished, less focused on food, and more relaxed and happy. I am realizing how much of a balance is needed. I look forward to realimenting so that I can consume more calories only so that I can do more exercise! The endorphin rush I get from an hour on the elliptical is pretty darn awesome, but I would much rather have that without the cost of my own health.

Right now I think I'm going to go throw all the clothes I don't plan on wearing for the week in suitcases so that on Saturday, Jonathan and I can start moving things from my apartment over. I'd like to get all my clothes, the books and movies, maybe the bookshelves and a few other things over there by the end of Saturday. On Sunday while I'm at work, Kevin and Jonathan will move most of Kevin's stuff (the things he doesn't need this week) and maybe they'll move the pecan dresser over there too (wink wink, nudge nudge, Kevin I know you're reading this!).

Oh - and we have a fireplace! And I just KNOW the panoramic picture of Lake Superior is going to look GREAT over the mantle!

1) The American gymnast looks like she really, REALLY wants to punch the living daylights out of the chinese gymnast behind her. I'm serious - the poor woman is radiating hate waves as if she were in a cartoon. I'd pay good money to see that fight though.

2) I have absolutely no idea what Bela Karoli just said in regards to the tie breaker. All I heard was a very angry man with a thick accent.

Is there anything more awesome than watching Olympic Swimming finals?

Damn that 400 IM was amazing.

I have no idea why Sherman Alexie is involved with the Sonic's trail and, even more so, I have NO FRIKKEN CLUE what the trial is even about, but I do know this:

This is why I love literature and basketball

On Monday, June 30th I made a goal of working out on the elliptical for 30 minutes every morning monday through friday. I also wanted to spend my 30 minute lunch break walking around down town (mainly so I would just get out of my broom closet and get to see the sun).

I am proud to say that not only have I met that goal, I have exceeded it!! I just got done with 50 minutes on the elliptical - on a SATURDAY no less! I also got 40 extra minutes of walking in yesterday when, due to time delays, Jonathan was going to be late picking me up. I texted him that I was just going to start walking to the bar in north beach and he could pick me up along the way. I walked from Salt House almost all the way to Kennedy's Irish Curry Bar - a full mile and a half away - on a wonderfully warm late summer evening.

Now I'm not all elated because of YAY WONDERFUL HEALTH BENEFITS - pfffffsh, whatever. I'm elated because I set a goal for myself and I have followed through with it. Don't get me wrong - I still HATE waking up early in order to get my ass on the elliptical. I still would MUCH rather lay in the sun reading instead of walking around on my lunch. But I feel so proud that I have accomplished this goal and feel like I can keep it up (and even add more to it!) as I continue.

Also - last night was AWESOME. It was Jimmy and Jonathan's combined birthday bash at Kennedy's Irish Pub and Curry House. I had some shrimp sagwala that I almost left Jonathan for. I got to hang out with tons of people who I haven't seen for a while and even meet new ones. There's some photos floating around of me that are pretty priceless. I drove home a very drunk Jonathan who wins points by not throwing up until we got out of the car. Overall - it was a great night out.

Now to find a place to live in a month...

This song (and specifically this cover) never fails to make me happy. This is not to say that I'm not happy right now, but any mood can be elevated by this song.

I kind of wish it was summer time here in San Francisco. While it's been sunny, it's also been cold and windy. Wind is my nemesis that cuts me to the bone no matter what I'm wearing. It whips my hair in my face and makes me wish I was wearing a sweatshirt under my jacket as I walk up Market street during my lunch break.

In Minneapolis, Green Bay and Chicago you're all probably sweltering under the heavy blanket of heat and humidity, clinging to your skin like a dirty wet woolen blanket. Me, I'm snuggled in sweaters contemplating a hot cup of tea because I'm so damn cold. Of course, all I would have to do to remedy this is to go over to the east bay where it's easily 20 degrees warmer on any given day (but I want you to know that it's damn cold in the mornings over there. I don't think 5am is ever warm anywhere).

Other news, other news....remind me sometime to tell you about one of our owners who has a full back tattoo of Don Quixote. The work was finally finished after a year. I remember when he came into Salt House right after they finished the outline. I took a picture of it on my cell phone so that he could see it. I wish I kept that photo just to show him a before and after. He has a full work of art on his back. But I what I really want to write about, to tell you about, is how passionate he gets when he talks about Don Quixote. "He's my hero!" he told me and Renee today. "He's the most amazing guy ever." I want to know how old he was when he first heard about Don Quixote, how old he was when he read the book, what was going on in his life. There's a story there - a real story and I want to know what it is.

Even though I have been on track when it comes to my exercise (30 minutes on the elliptical every day, monday through friday and occasionally on the weekend) I have yet to set aside a time for me to write. And I've wanted to write - I've wanted to write about my mom and dad and their adventure across Iowa and the RAGBRAI. I've wanted to write about my obsession with crossword puzzles. I've wanted to write about the fact that we're moving in a month and a half, about my job, about my friends, but I haven't and I don't know why. I'll get to it, I'm sure...

In the meantime, though, I wish I had a warm smooth deck bathed in the warmth of a setting summer sun, a glass of ice tea, and a small radio playing "In The Summertime" so I could dance barefoot.

My sister in law Tif sent an email to the family today about a guy named Matt. Who dances. He dances all over the world with the help of Stride gum who sent him there.

He daces in cities. He dances on the shore. He dances in the rain. He dances with children, with adults, with grandmas and grandpas, with crowds of people all doing the same happy little jig, being completely silly and free, just having fun.

I watched the video and I started to cry.

Who knows why - perhaps I'm a sucker for the music in the background, perhaps it was just a long day at work. Or perhaps, as cliche as this is, it's because there is joy and beauty in this world, even if you're alone or with strangers. Perhaps today I needed to be reminded of that.

I've embedded the video here, but I'd recommend you go to the site and watch the high quality version.

I can't garauntee that you'll start to get teary-eyed at it like I did (who knows why I did - I'm not normally this sentimental) but hopefully you'll just be a bit happier after watching it.

Today was a gorgous day here in the City. There were no clouds, no smog from the fires that are currently burning our state to the ground, just a perfect clear blue sky.

This, of course, prompted the song "Blue Skies" to dig its way down into my brain and let loose memories of one of my favorite skits from the Muppet Show.

And sure enough, I found that skit on YouTube.

Please, enjoy, and think of my day here in SF.

Throwing up at the stop right as your bus pulls up to take you to work. THAT is NOT FUN.

I honestly can't remember the last time I threw up in public. OTC is closed right now so I emailed Louise with my symptoms and everything. I'm going to scrub the hell out of my water bottle (maybe microwave it?) and hope to god this isn't serious.

This sucks. I even got 30 minutes of work out this morning and my ipod nano is AWESOME. Fraggle Rock might just be the best thing to work out to.

Ugh. I feel so gross and so pissed that I'm not at work. I work on Saturday, though, so if I make it with no more puking today, I'll make sure I'll get that covered for Janey.

Waaaah! And WALL*E comes out today! I don't want to miss it!!!!

Okay guys...

I've decided to get an iPod nano. It's relatively inexpensive and suits what I need it for. And what do I need it for? I need it to watch TV episodes while I'm working out. I figure the best way for me to hit the eliptical is for me to have a reward while I do it. Half hour shows are 20 minutes, hour shows are 45 minutes.

So I'm asking you - if I were to get ONE season of any TV show from iTunes, what should I get? What am I not watching? I admit that I don't watch a lot of shows. I watch Lost and Ugly Betty. I don't have premium cable so I miss all those shows.

Here's the criteria - I need to be able to watch it while I'm doing hills on the eliptical. That's about it. What I guess this means is it needs to be captivating without overly mentally stressful.

So what say you - oh media whore of whom I love?

Note: Mike is a good friend of mine from college and Minneapolis. He currently writes in his blog, A Flaming Wheel of Sliced Bread. Mike texted me out of the blue saying that I needed to pick up American Nerd so we could discuss and, if I wasn't impressed, he would "pay me back" the $20 cost of the book.

Dear Mike,

I finished American Nerd yesterday and I'm not sure if I want my $20 back or not. While I enjoyed the book in places and parts, overall I felt that it was kind of lacking, in some respects, of the whole spectrum of American Nerdom. Of course, this could have been his decision due to time and length constraints, but what he was really writing about what the American MALE Nerd and, more specifically, his experience as a American Male Nerd who didn't want to be labeled as such. In the end, if felt more like a book written to validate the choices he made to get out of that social sphere that he was in, compromising his own friendships.

What bothers me so much about the book is what he left out, mainly, female nerds and the internet. While brief mentions are made of both, he seems more centered on history and male input and views. Being a nerd (or is a geek? Do you think he crosses the two?) and having many female nerd friends, I was rather miffed to be excluded. While great pains are taken in tracking the male image of the nerd, few is mentioned about female nerds. As for the internet, while he talks briefly about how ham radio lingo morphed into l33t sp34k, there was no mention of what a social impact the internet had and still has on nerds. My group of friends out here, I'd say we all associate with being nerds or some form of that, is all because of the internet. It's how I met my equally nerdy boyfriend.

I'd also like to touch briefly on the idea that, while not directly stated but heavily implied, is that all nerds don't want to BE nerds, they all want to be part of the popular crowd. I take umbrage with this because I don't think that's true. Perhaps it is in smaller high schools or in situations where their own nerdy circle is not as tightly knit as they would hope, but I look at my own high school circle of friends and think that most of us didn't WANT to be preppy or jocks or anything else. While we hated being picked on (which only happened when we were outside our protective numbers) we realized that there was no reason to belong to a group of people that enjoyed picking on others. Besides, we had fun on our own. This is what leads me to believe that this is more of his own personal validation and his final acceptance of what he did to his fellow nerds in order to be "popular," or something.

So there you go - I'm thinking if I had just bought the book on Amazon.com for $13 I would have been a little bit more happy. So lets just say you owe me about $7?

I'm also incredibly interested on how you took the book and your own ideas. I'm also interested in Elaine's view, seeing how she's a fellow female who also read the book.

Mad Love,
Meg

I've been horrible about writing on my livejournal. Once upon a time I had daily updates, a lively forum going on, a general wealth of ideals and creativity. Then...then stuff happened. It really started when I started working jobs that didn't really allow me easy access to the internet and hardly use a word processor at Salty except to do the menus. When I come home at 7pm from work, after almost an hour dealing with muni trains, cranky people and the general cloud of misery that is the commute home, I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like sharing. Half the time I feel that anything I could possibly write would be pure and utter crap. Sometimes, though, as I'm drifting off to sleep I come up with lucid ideas, like Maggie and the May Flies, and I can see these ideas floating in my head like butterflies, like chunks of words that I can touch and hold. I have about as much idea as to put them on paper as I do as drawing them. I have a horrible block.

I think I am in mourning. I went through a lot to get to New College, I went through a lot when I was in the classes. Sometimes I can still feel the amazing emotional impact that Felicia had on me, as I sat there, fighting back and trying to figure out what she wanted from me and how to give it to her, how to meet the expectations that she saw in me and being petrified that I wasn't going to be able to meet them. And then everything fell apart. My happy little plan dissolved and I was left confused and rattled. I have been avoiding writing because I am hurt by what happened. Of course, this is the perfect time for me to write but I'm also filled with a feeling of horrible self doubt. The Grad School I got into was the Grad School that fell apart. What does this say about me as a writer and a student? What does it say about the school? Little angry imps of self doubt, fear, semblences of everybody who's cocked their head and gave me that look when I say I am a writer...yeah...those little angry imps all have pick axes and hacksaws and are currently having a happy little time at my brain. It's a right on fiesta going on and I'm waiting, hoping, that the cops are going to be called.

There's a lot going on. There's a lot that I'm chosing not to share with you, or with most people. There's a lot I'm working on and things I want to share and things I want to write about and I guess I have to stop being afraid of writing shitty firsts drafts. My problem is that, even with shitty first draft, I want someone to tell me about how my story is because I need to know if it's worth it to continue. But....there have been some really, REALLY shitty firsts drafts....

Sometimes I wish I could be content with a wonderfully quiet life. There are so many GOOD things about having a quiet life. Quiet doesn't mean boring. Quiet means you're happy in your home, with your SO, with your job, with your plans. I'm happy with my immediate area, I'm happy with my hunk-a-hunk-a-welding love, I'm happy with the choices I've made. But I'm not content. I'm not at my full potential yet. And it's my own fear that has been holding me back.

Time to break out my own pick ax and take it to my own mental block.

This bitch's coming DOWN.

Alright you guys, who's getting married on September 6th?

In the mail today I got a "save the date" card which is, quite possibly, one of the best I've ever seen. However, it doesn't tell me who it is! It directs me to a website though,

www.weddingmothership.com

Doesn't tell you very much, does it?

So I viewed the source and found

a) a link to a youtube video and was then Rick Rolled
b) a site meter

I went to the site meter and saw that most of the visits are from Green Bay, with spatterings here and there from other parts. This leads me to suspect it's a fellow SNCer, but I have no idea who.

Also - the card was addressed to me and Jonathan, so it's someone who is up to date with my life, either on LJ or Facebook.

Anybody want to let me in on this? I'm feeling really bad because I don't know who's getting married in September except for David and Diana, and they're getting married on the 7th, so who ever's wedding this is I probably won't be able to attend!

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!?!?!

::EDIT:: As of right now - 9:35pm PST, I am guessing that it's CJ and Elaine. Let my guess be known to all.

::Son of the EDIT:: If it IS CJ and Elaine, I am already trying to figure out how to attend both functions, which may involve me catching a red eye in order to be back in SF by the next morning. CJ and Elaine, I would do that for you :-P (but only CJ and Elaine. No one else. No, not even you)