I’ve returned from Santa Barbara where I stood up with Kia and her Michael as they were married. (There were four Michaels being referred to at this event, so every one of them became “so-and-so’s Michael” to avoid confusion.) Despite a few hairy moments between family members, the weekend was really nice. I got to see peeps I had not seen for a long time. I was also put in an excellent mood by the Pacific ocean, by which I spent as much time as I could. It was misty most of the time but I managed to get a full swim in the COLD water with my M. on Sunday morning which improved my post-BBQ-wine-and-Dorito-binge digestive hangover considerably. We also saw dolphins the first and last time we walked on the beach, which I took as a good sign.
The ceremony was sweet and moving (and I got to read a passage from the Velveteen Rabbit about Real Love), DMF did a great job. The reception gorgeous and fun. I got a kick out of seeing Daniel Ash spinning 70s funk tunes for the parents and grandparents. Kia and her Michael looked uber-blissed out and I had to be a cuddlemonkey on my own M. because I just couldn’t Contain The Love! Since Kia was putting on her wedding band during the ceremony, I got to wear her engagement ring for a few hours. I came to understand how nice it might be to have a permanently sparkly thing on one’s hand. I’m not aiming for it, but it’s an interesting thing to grok.
Now I’m back at work and M is driving around the western half of the U.S. I wanted to stay on the west coast with him, but work called, or at least the paycheck did. Personal notes to self: more vacations, more oceans.