All Dressed Up

This is what  I was doing yesterday: getting all dressed up and taking part in a wedding. I was a groomsman rather than the officiant this time, and it all went off without a hitch, and now my friends Monica and Kevin are married. Well done, them. Today we hang out more and then head back toward the airport for flights tomorrow. Having a good time. How are you?

30 Comments on “All Dressed Up”

  1. Congrats and best wishes to your friends!

    About your sunburn – I don’t know if you can tolerate aspirin but the last time I had a really bad burn, the doc recommended aspirin, 2 every 4-6 hrs. Aspirin not tylenol ™ or any of the NSAIDs. Aspirin, he kept repeating – something in it promotes the skin regeneration.

    Mind you, this was – oh, let’s see Hubble failed to launch because of some AUX power issue on the orbiter so we went from the Cape to the beach. Ha, that was April, 1990.
    So – take the advice as being quite old.

  2. You’re looking really sharp. Nice suit.

    Today’s going well for me. The teenagers who’re staying at our place for a summer vacation are out to Saint Marks Place, and Rose is due home from RWA, where by all accounts she had a blast. You and she should talk some time about the mass market world and book publicity.

  3. Today, we head to NASA Ames for Moonfest.

    Yesterday, we went to Hiller Aviation Museum to (among other things) learn about how some cool paper airplanes work.

    It’s been a pretty good weekend.

  4. I’m having an unexpected and welcome “green” day here in the South, a/c off and windows wide open, due to very mild for July temps in the mid-70’s at 1:00 PM.

    Absolutely loverly, sunroom where I’m typing this is breezy and cool with sun reflecting in the skylights.

    As I have a little “homework” to do today, this will be a nice place to be forced to spend the afternoon.

  5. Wow, you look like an accountant in that picture.

    But not just an ordinary everyday run-of-the-mill accountant.

    The trustworthy kind, the fellow you would take your dodgy taxes to and he’d fix everything as if you hadn’t embezzled a thing.

    Except for that sunburn. Ow, the sunburn.
    I was caught in a convention or I would have suggested wearing a HAT like sensible people used to do but, that’s not quite considered polite at a wedding, I guess.

  6. It’s gray and raining here in south central Alaska. Perfect for writing or working in the workshop. It’s early, I may do both. If fact, I may combine the two and write about woodworking.

  7. You are the proverbial sharp-dressed man.

    I’m feeling better today – got to see a Dayton rock band in Anaheim last night with a group of Ohio ex-pats, felt like home.

    I think that (and the whiskey) has me recovered enough to begin to deal constructively with the news that Mother McGraw is shutting down our entire LA office. at least we get 5 months to turn our projects over to the Columbus folks and find shiny new jobs.

    Anybody need an editor?

  8. It looks to me like you were in the same part of the world as I was on my vacation – I was up in Northern California – the Eureka, Klamath, Crescent City kind of area – visiting relatives, and we walked through a redwood forest much like that portrayed in your picture.

    Alex

  9. csdaley – C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.
    Christopher

    You suited up!

  10. Went por pub lunch with friends, which turned into more than “a few beers2, I’m homenow and i haven’t read a single page of “the prefcte2 by Alastair Reynolds, which is what i actually p lanning ti do today. But that’s okay.
    Nice suirt you ahve here.

  11. Congrats to your friends, for what that might be worth from a total stranger. Hope your trip home is a safe one.

    I’ll be seeing you in less than a week, as Confluence is one of my favorite cons. I hope you’ll be finding it as convivial as I and my Partner In Crime always do.

  12. I’m excellent! Saw Dead Sno, and while a little over the top gory it was still a pretty good Nazi Zombie movie. :)

    and I’m prepping for WorldCon, I’m really excited about it. It’s my first type of con like this so I’m hoping its a great experience.

    Are you signing or doing an appearance there by chance?

  13. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Ch-Chang

    Congratulations! I bet you were the smashingest looking of them all.

    I was at the beach all day after teaching a yoga class this AM. For a second there I was teaching like Chuck D. Weird.

    Have a great Sunday, peeps!

  14. Aha! I was guessing it was going to be a wedding!

    Congratulations to your friends! Enjoy what’s left of your time in California.

    And the sunburn can’t be THAT bad–you aren’t clashing with your tie.

  15. Well, we were robbed last Thursday so I’m still dealing with that. Otherwise, you looked nice and I hope you had a good time.

  16. Funny, I spent yesterday at someone else’s wedding as well.

    But it was on the other coast, and definitely not sunny, so I probably didn’t see you there.

  17. So, John, are you one of those guys who has to match the pocket square to his socks? Kidding, kidding. The pocket square is one of those accessories that only have to not clash to be full of win.

  18. Let’s see…. farmer’s market visit [in Claremont!], followed by a nap, followed by a couple hours in the gym, and wound up with a Double-Double, thereby negating the gym work. A pretty nice Sunday all around.

  19. Aren’t you a handsome devil…

    you look kinda like the minister in Footloose… I keep thinking you will start to beg god to smite the dancers.

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