I should be in class right now.

In preparation for the wedding, I went tanning for the second time in my life. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. There are parts of a man’s body that just aren’t meant to be sunburned. Yow! So, yeah, did the whole wedding thing. It went pretty smoothly aside from a Lutheran ex-pastor gone alzheimered truck driver uncle interrupting the wedding vows to give the Catholic bride some sort of pamphlet. Good ol’ religion, always causing problems. Jenn’s parents? Whoa! I went in with the usual have to try to speak eloquently and act responsible for the p’s attitude and quickly realized that the only way I would ever pry myself into their good graces was to get totally shitfaced with them. Before the night was over, I licked spilled beer off Jenn’s sister’s arm and grinded on her mom. Wakeup, brunch, waverunner, bocce, horseshoes, noodles, forest preserve, light-up frisbee, Urbana: Spencer hit my car. I only know this because he told me yesterday. I still haven’t gone out to the driveway to look at it, though. Actually, maybe I’ll go out there now and post a picture of it… …Nothing postworthy. The bumper is ever-so-slightly dented and has a small scratch. That’s good, I guess.