Begin boring diary-type post now:
Sorry it's been absolute radio silence around these parts the past couple of days (although pickings have been slim for a good couple of months now, but I'll apologize for that another time when I can concentrate more on the necessary self-flaggelation) but I have been on a mini vacation.
A good buddy Ben - my college roommate and then housemate for the entire time I was in college - got hitched on Friday, and I felt it was my responsibility to show up, wish them well, and then proceed to slather myself in manhattans and food while jerking around the dance floor like a lunatic getting a dose of electroshock therapy.
The real victim in all of that was my poor girlfriend, who had to suffer the constant embarrasment of me "having a good time."
Anyway, Saturday was our 'Day in the D' - we took the family down to Comerica Park and watched a certain baseball team which shall not be named for fear of the dread Sports Curse. Suffice it to say that the correct team won, and then we celebrated with Greek food.
I took this picture from my new Wunderphone (which has replaced my old phone that was made of slate and transmitted voice via pigeon) of the lovely Detroit skyline:
Sunday the lady and I wandered around Clarkston and the area doing some shopping. Monday we stopped through Ann Arbor on our way home. And then last night I had rehearsal for the Saga of the Viking Women, etc. Which went great.
So, what I'm trying to say is that I'm due for something horrible and depressing to come my way some time later this week. I guess that's what work is for.