conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

ruckus/rowdy

dateline June 24, 2006, Lynchburg, VA
So, on our way home from the rehearsal dinner last night my lovely wife asked something like "Why is it that we always end up at the rowdy table?"

I suggested that we may be the lowest common denominator in that equation. "Really? Oh."

Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't. The table was made up of most of the bride/groom folk...including said bride and groom. We all agreed that after our conversations about tweezing, pregnancy (getting that way), communion bread with walnuts, and other virtuous subjects appropriate to a wedding ceremony, keeping a straight face during the service will be impossible. I love this job.

One guy, toward the end of our evening leaned over to his wife and said, "Well honey, we can honestly say that we sat at the preacher's table at the rehearsal dinner. This should keep is in the clear where sin is concerned."

LOL

Can anyone explain the idea of collateral purity? Not that I am all that pure...I am rowdy don't you know...but that cracked me up. I informed him that in such moments I am a hyper-individualist. He's on his own.

Ah, good times.

Ooo! Ooo! I enjoyed oysters on the half shell for lunch yesterday!! (*dance of joy*) God is good. Today my mother is going to make crabcake sandwiches. And that reminds me of the gift I received recently from a friend. A Jewish friend from Maryland was gifted with some gourmet crabcakes. She claims that Jews in Maryland receive a dispensation when it comes to crabcakes. She had some extras. Mmmm.

I love seafood. Chicago does not have seafood...not for under $30. Yes, we have Sushi restaurants. I love 'em. But this is the summer. I get hankerings and cravings for the bad for ya shellfishy kind of seafood.

Steamed crabs anyone? I'm ready. I have the Old Bay.

Coffee is ready...adieu!

Posted by tripp at June 24, 2006 05:09 AM