Some time back I was “ordained” by the Universal Life Church so I could officiate my sister’s wedding. Then today at work someone referred to me as an “Internet Priest,” and, while not technically accurate, it amused me greatly.
The wedding was a couple of weeks ago, held at a charming farmhouse-y complex in one of the local Metroparks. The sun was shining and the temperature was crisp, which meant we could pose for outside photos without melting. The wedding was THE PRINCESS BRIDE themed, my sister’s idea, and a thing I am only slightly jealous of because now I won’t be able to use it one day for my potential future wedding. The ceremony was short, the party long. No guests were unduly unruly — “no more rhymes now, I mean it” — which meant the bride and groom did not have to murder anyone on their special day. It was great to spend time with family and friends and celebrate the bride and groom, who by all accounts had a blast. Oh, and there were donuts.
And how did I perform in my official capacity? Well, I didn’t screw up my lines, and I managed to slip in a STARSHIP TROOPERS quote, so I was pretty fucking pleased.
Really, the day couldn’t have been anymore perfect.
The photos were of course taken by the official Bales family photographer, the renowned Bill Cunningham, who as always did a wonderful job.
October also saw my long-planned move to a new apartment finally happen, from the suburbs to Dayton’s small but mighty(ish) downtown. This change was needed for multiple reasons, not least of which is that my former residence would get frigid during cooler — not even cold, but cooler — weather, thanks to poor insulation and an old furnace as efficient as Soviet bureaucracy. A change in scenery was also needed, and thankfully timing, finances, and the stars all aligned in a way where I could make it work. Not sure I’ll be a city-dweller forever, but for now, so far, I like it a lot.
“Being downtown” always sounds in my head like the way it’s said in this scene from WAYNE’S WORLD 2, i.e. terribly awkward. It could be that’s because I sometimes struggle to not feel self-conscious about enjoying nice things, or I could just be tired. Regardless, i think I am rambling at this point, so here’s a picture from my patio. It’s peaceful, especially at night.
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