CLEVELAND, OHIO, CONT.

Okay, so we managed to get in the wedding after all. However, only a few of us, who happened to not be immediate family, managed to get in. We were told not to tell the other family members, who all showed up at the reception, that we in fact attended the wedding.

Currently sitting in the Cleveland airport, using my brother's laptop. They let me walk through security with a bag of groceries, which included a jar of very watery kim-chee (korean dish). Gotta love it.

Okay, my flight is boarding, on to Philly, then Vegas, then finally back to Oregon.

HERE IN CLEVELAND, OHIO

Okay, just got back from a very interesting evening at a pre-wedding dinner here in Cleveland, Ohio.

After a meal in which my waiter brought me the wrong beer twice, brought my soup to the wrong person, and brought my vegetarian dinner complete with lots of chicken, the groom-to-be announced to our party of 17 that tomorrow's wedding would be 2 hours earlier than scheduled, and that only 12 people were invited. Which twelve was not stated, and we're now convening in our hotel room figuring out how best to crash the wedding.

I mean, when you fly from Oregon to Ohio after RSVPing a wedding you were invited to, you kinda expect to actually attend the wedding. I know, sounds presumptuous doesn't it? Silly us for being so selfish and needy.

At the moment, my twin brother and I are here in our hotel room with an old friend we haven't seen for 25 years, drinking Belgian lambics mixed with Bell's Brewing stout. It's basically dessert in a glass, complete with the warm fuzzy feeling associated with imbibing alcoholic beverage.

To be continued...

IN MEMORY OF JOEL RIBICH

Joel was one of the most giving people I've ever met. He lived a more full life in his 33 years than most people will in 80 years. He is, and will be, sorely missed.