It was an ugly/bumpy flight, but we made it into New Orleans! Thanks to benzodiazepines, I was just fine!
Unfortunately, I blistered through the book I brought along with me (Charles Portis’ Norwood), and neither of the others I brought for the trip are appealing to me right now (Henry Miller’s Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch and Richard III (I inadvertently grabbed this instead of Richard II, which is an even dumber move than messing up the Dermot Mulroney / Dylan McDermott axis)), so I may need to pick up some other reading material while I’m here.
Sure, most people don’t spend the days before their weddings worried about book selection, but we seem to have everything under control: paperwork gets filed tomorrow, DJ gets his musical “guide” in the afternoon (along with a stack of CDs that we want to use), tux pickup is on Saturday, and public drunkenness is scheduled for Saturday night.
My brother plans on shooting video of the wedding and posting it pretty close to live (depending on the wireless setup at the venue). I promise that I will have NOTHING to do with getting that set up. But it’ll likely show up on this site.