I prefer to get my news from the National Enquirer

A friend IM'd me today saying she's sad because she gets her "news" from this here site and from npr.com, and pnf.com is "broken" (aka, I haven't been updating due to my computer issues) and npr.org is in the middle of a pledge drive. I could pull a Homer and make a big donation to NPR so they can quickly wrap up their pledge drive, but it would probably be better to dust of Pat's old laptop and post an update. So here I am. Ta-da!

So we've got some updates. Lemme see. We went to Alexandria, Virginia, this weekend for our good friend Pete's wedding (okay, he was Pat's friend first - since high school - but we've been good friends since maybe circa 2000?). We had only met his fiancé/wife one time before the wedding, but it is very, very clear these two are meant to be together. It was a wonderful wedding and reception filled with personal touches (from their choice of celebrant, a friend who compared them to pancakes and syrup, to Pete's lovely graphic designer-y touches on the favors), and we had a blast. I was sort of drunk with freedom and danced like a crazy person, and Pat humored me by dancing with me for a good portion of the evening. Here are some of my favorite pictures.

Here is Pete and the blushing bride, Rachel, being introduced as husband and wife.

Here is Pat "I'm bringing s3xy back" Reed dancing.

I busted out my red sunglasses, which I often wear to weddings and were actually originally given to me by Pete. Wearing them to this wedding was extra meaningful.

After the wedding, we rallied and hung out for a bit at one of the hotel bars.

The downside of the weekend was we had to spend almost the whole day in the car on Mother's Day, which is really not my idea of a good time (and G was at my parents' house, so I had minimal amounts of time with her too). To add insult to injury, we made a stop in Binghamton to grab some pizza, and I left my purse in the restaurant and didn't notice until we got to Skaneateles. D'oh. Pat drove back there to get it while I stayed with Greta at my parents' house. Thankfully, it still had the same contents it had when I left it, and Pat was not the least bit critical of me (he even said the extra drive was "kinda fun"...he's really sweet like that). We finally got back home at 9ish PM, and I swear I'm still tired and my feet STILL HURT (a little).

What else? Um, I'm looking forward to doing no traveling in the foreseeable future. I'm happy to report Greta is finally potty trained. I'm really loving reading John Steinbeck's East of Eden, and you should really read it and not be scared away by its page count. And, in closing, I'm tired and going to bed.

Fran