Were I Rich. . .

I would buy a plane ticket and fly out to watch Star Trek: Into Darkness with them on opening day. We had so much fun at the last one. It seems wrong to see the movie without them.

I would organize a last minute reception and pull out all the stops for tink and Panda's wedding. Everyone would get everything they wanted and nobody would have to worry.

Not that money solves everything. But I'd like to be faced with some scenarios in my life wherein I had so much money that at least that wouldn't be the problem. One can dream.

And no matter what, weddings are stressful. Or perhaps I should say the planning is stressful. As with any other project, something(s) inevitably goes awry, someone(s) invariably fail to provide a promised favor, and, of course, family. (In the case of office project management, replace family with coworkers/staff). Even if you love them, they are going to pose some issue, at some point.

Flames. Flames on the side of my face. Burning.

Staying up here NorCal for a while, trying to help on aforementioned wedding. I don't feel like I do much, but I have driven around and been moral support on some shopping trips. The mall in San Jose/Santa Clara is whack, man. I think a casino architect designed it, because once you get in you can't find your way back out.

Being that it's me, Tink, and Panda, there is a certain amount of inherent silliness in a large percentage of our activities. Recent subjects that have reduced the group to tears (with no regard for any kind of sense):

• cats with rockets in their asses (cat ass rockets)
• lou diamond phillips' unfortunate marriage woes and resume
• Good Day, Mr. Kubrick. Because: what? why?
• Haaaaaandbaaaaag? It's still funny.
• Monty Python in general, but here's an excerpt:

Unfortunately, due to last minute housing accommodations, I can no longer have a +1. Apologies to my disappointed potential dates.

Some are taking it better than others. In their own way.

I guess somebody else has to get married so I can make it up to these poor boys.

On the upside, I will be reunited with my wife, JDog. She's coming out for the wedding next week. Since our vows under the Wooster's wedding arch, I guess we are sort of automatically each others +1. It's not your traditional marriage. But there is photographic proof.

Which you will never see.

Did I mention I tried a Zumba class the other day? How did it go? They haven't made a gif with that much Pain, Fail, Stroke, and Wheeze to properly express the experience. I almost passed out. I was near to hurling once or twice.

 The instructor was all like........

 

So I gave it a shot. . . 

 

The spirit was semi-willing, but the flesh was oh so weak. . .

I have never in my life been so close to walking out of a workout. I think it scarred me for life.

That's enough for now. It has taken me hours to write this blahg post. So much effort for me, so little return for you. It's like I'm Corporate America or the Healthcare Industry.