a marriage in chicagoland or put a bird on it
May 18, 2012
first, allow me to clarify my last post:
my dad had some surgery.
it went well.
he’s home now.
it may have been a little mean
casually mentioning i was in a hospital
but wasn’t it a good suspense builder?
currently, i’m headed off to a reclusive week in oregon;
my exact whereabouts are known by a select few.
more on that later as things develop.
but i can’t go off on one trip
before i fill you in on my last one.
one of my dearest friends in the world, caroline,
got married last weekend on the outskirts of chicago.
frankly, weddings and marriage aren’t really my thing,
but she’s one of those friends where not attending was unthinkable.
there are few people in my life that i can say i have been friends with for more than a decade; caroline is one of them.
veronica went as my date,
and i’m really glad i brought her along.
because as soon as i saw caroline in the church,
standing in her wedding gown, ready to walk down that aisle,
i fucking lost it.
seriously.
i cried.
it was a quiet, dignified cry,
but i cried in public nevertheless.
it didn’t help that care was crying as well,
but i really can’t explain why, exactly, i cried.
i couldn’t tell you why if my life depended on it.
but it did.
luckily the priest started talking,
and his spiel about god and love
turned my tears to a frown.
still,
it’s odd that,
however uncatholic i’ve become,
i remain catholic nonetheless.
for instance.
even though i thought most everything the priest said was some strightup bullshit, i was totally pissed at the people in front of me who were chewing gum, irritated by the fact that we don’t kneel anymore apparently, and baffled by the new ‘version’ of the mass.
how can i care about stuff like that
when i find the content of the situation to be . . . unpalatable?
i digress.
the important thing
is that there was something special about being there to witness an event that was meaningful to one of my best friends.
i feel really lucky to have been there.
plus i looked totally fly.
as for the rest of my trip to chicago . . .
it would take too long to tell you everything.
instead, i give these two photos:
i think that about sums it up.
see you in portland, bitches!
p.s. i’m publishing this on a plane! my broad-ass shoulders may be crammed between into the middle seat, but wifi at 34000ft makes life worth living!
Bitches Get Stitches 
May 18, 2012 at 11:54 pm
Hope your dad’s surgery went well and that he’s feeling much better. Actually, I’m sure he is now that he has Mo as a nurse (and nap companion). Still, don’t scare us that way! I thought you might be having Appendicitis, Part 3!
And I know what you mean about the church. I keep saying I was raised Roman Catholic, but now I’m just roamin’ and cat-licked. (Yes, cat-licked. My first feline hated it when I didn’t shave, and would try to wash those annoying whiskers off my face!)
Anyway, enjoy your trip to Oregon. You’ve earned some R&R. Can’t wait to hear your vacation stories.
May 19, 2012 at 5:41 am
gosh, you are quite dapper! best wishes to you and your dad. and have a lovely time in portland!
May 19, 2012 at 8:00 am
Glad the dad is ok and yup, you suit up nicely. As a Recovered Catholic, I haven’t been inside the church in a very, very long time, but I’d probably still have the uncontrollable urge to wear a doily on my head.
May 19, 2012 at 8:28 pm
From what i understand, the Bishop in Madison Wi. is bring back the “old Mass” , with Latin, in the area. Couldn’t confirm this as I am a lapsed Catholic also.The last time I was in a Catholic Church was for a funeral. Sad time.
May 20, 2012 at 3:03 am
perhaps because you’re spiritual but not religious? and the catholic appeals to the spiritual of you while the religious parts are all b*llsh*t.
May 28, 2012 at 7:10 am
Chewing gum in church. Huge pet peeve oh mine.
You look super fly!