It was an ugly\/bumpy flight, but we made it into New Orleans! Thanks to benzodiazepines, I was just fine!<\/p>\n
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<\/em> and Richard III<\/em> (I inadvertently grabbed this instead of Richard II<\/em>, 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 … <\/p>\n