I hopped the redeye to Cape Cod Friday night, and watched some Jons get married on Saturday. It was wonderful in so many ways.
The place Joel found us (thanks, Joel!) was fantastic, right on the water looking out into Nantucket Sound. It was a really gorgeous place to stay, it was incredibly fun to hang out with everyone, and it was such a nice break from the L.A. madness.
The wedding itself was beautiful, touching, and even hilarious. The dancing after the wedding was definitely hilarious, and I feel I made a nice drunken contribution to said hilarity.
In all seriousness, though, I hope to hell I find someone that makes me half as happy as the Jons obviously make each other. If I do, I’ll consider myself incredibly lucky.
Although I lacked my camera, about 20 other people brought theirs, so there’s no lack of documentation of the beauty of the weekend, both literal and metaphorical.
It was also my birthday on Sunday, and I’m pleased to note that for the first birthday since I turned 24, I managed to remain ambulatory for the entire day. It’s those little victories that matter.
Speaking of little victories, I took no small amount of joy out of the fact that the Lakers choked both Friday AND Sunday against the Celtics.
I was slightly disappointed I couldn’t find a “Lakers Suck!” shirt to wear around L.A. all week, but I suppose that given the general agressiveness and assholishness of Lakers fans, not finding said shirt reduces my chances of getting beat up and/or shot.
All in all, I had a really great weekend, and spent my day off today recovering from the whole thing in order to go into a truly delightful next three weeks of six-day weeks and a full shooting schedule.
Posting will be light for a bit, save the occasional complaint about how ridiculously goddamn tired I am.