For those regular readers (both of you), you'll note that this is the first time I haven't posted in nearly a week. There was a wedding to attend. There was a backlog at work. There was this cute girl on the subway. (The last one didn't have anything to do with the blog drought, I just like cute girls.) (And no, "blog drought" was not an attempt at a pun.) So I've got an buttload of pics, most of them blurry, from the event. Not to mention a timeline. I now see the wisdom in summary pages for events. Even I don't want to read a minute by minute breakdown of the last seven days. The highlights, in brief: No matter how much I pack the week before, the last night always seems to involve last minute packing that keeps me up until 3AM, followed by a 6:30AM wakeup. All the clothes? Packed. Documents? Packed. Toilettries? Packed. Money? Doh! 4 hours of hunting down every last emergency cash stash just isn't a good thing. The train bus combo to LaGuardia always takes two hours, no matter where you start from. Oh, and it sucks. At least the Q33 from Queens does. I'm still not brave enough to try the M60 from 125th St. at night. Airport "security" still needs some tweaking. Like the fact that you give your bags to a guy who puts them in the xray machine. Or at least he slaps it onto a giant pile of bags that need to go through the xray machine. A giant pile secured by a flimsy velvet rope cordon that nobody guards. You could steal or stick something into a dozen bags before anybody noticed. The flights from LaGuardia tend to have young pretty girls/women on them. Flights to LaGuardia don't. No matter how close you are to the bride and the bridesmaids, and as much fun as it might sound hanging out with a dozen drunk pretty girls, bachlorette parties are not guy friendly zones. The alero coup in red looks and drives pretty well. But it doesn't have the kick in the engine to match the looks. Eastbound I-94 is CLOSED between Michigan Ave and I-96. At least last weekend it was. Not that the official site mentions it. Actually, nobody mentioned it, not even my friend. But trust me, after a freaking hour of stop and go on Michigan Ave until I finally caught I75 at Comerica Park, trust me, it's closed. Target processes digital pics for pretty cheap. $.29 a print. Rehearsals are always more fun the the show. Tooling around with the DJ equipment the night before was a blast, and we were kicking ass. During the wedding dance, not too good and not as much fun. Outdoor weddings are beautiful, especially by the lake. But be sure to set up buoys around the lake so speed boats don't ruin the wedding moment. Either designate someone as being in charge, or give subordinates authority to make decisions, because chaos is always just a heatbeat away. And depending on good fortune alone is not the way to run a wedding, even one you didn't really want. Norah Jones and Sinatra make for a good, if not slightly nostalgically sad, last dance combo. I reckon that'll be the last I ever see of H. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted. And she looked pretty damn happy to be married. That's a good thing. And the bus train combo? It also sucks when you're leaving LaGuardia. . . . . . . . . . . Rest of the week has been a mix of getting back from under the pile of crap I left behind at work. Right now I'm missing yet another meetup, this time at a friendlier location on the Upper East Side. Not that I'm eager to leave my air conditioned job for the muggy unconditioned sweatiness of home. I left for Michigan and it was a cold cold spring. I come back, and it's a hot hot summer. Was I really away for just a weekend? . . . . . . . . . . I'm liking parts of the new blogger. The settings and template options make a lot more sense now. I am missing the clean and simple interface tho. Still debating the whole moving to my filespace since it now features secure FTP. But I know that a priority should probably be a about me page or something of the like. But first, Finding Nemo on Saterday!