Recently

October 15, I performed my first wedding. Above is the only shot I currently posess, and you can't really see me at all (I'm hidden behind the groom, but you can see Rachel on the left). I married my sister-in-law, Johanna (Rachel's little sister) to a dude named Matt Poole, who I like pretty well. Also in attendance were: Kool (aka Bob Villa), Melissa, Denise, and our friendly neighborhood Randall. Randall stole his share of the limelight that night by making the final toast of the evening to the bride and groom (both of whom he barely knew). I thought alot about when Benjamin married Bryan and Jen and hoped I could live up to that masterful performance. It was kind of a wierd wedding - there was a woman who spoke briefly during the ceremony about Christian marital sex being a "community activity" - leaving the mother of the bride thinking she was referencing group sex. Matt's grandma also spoke for about ten minutes and ended by explaining her recent difficulties connecting to the internet. Reception was a pot luck and there was dancing to follow. But, all in all, it was very pretty and unique, and went off smoothly.

After church the next morning and a brief post-marathon party at 92 East, Rachel and I drove Sunday night to the cabin in Indiana and proceeded to do absolutely nothing for a whole week. It was heavenly. Here are some action shots:




We pretty much read and napped and stared at the fire and stared at the lake and stared at the leaves, then read and napped some more. I did watch two baseball games and saw the Astros beat my Cardinals. Damn Texans. Um, and we visited Rachel's parents for a day, most of which I spent playing "Microsoft World War II Flight Combat Simulator." Rudy and I found it much too boring to try to find the German columns in the Falaise Gap and so instead thoroughly entertained ourselves machine gunning and repeatedly bombing our own air bases and other friendly planes.

One more picture before I sign off: Kool working on the sink.