I have just returned from San Antonio and the wedding of LisaB and Edmundo.% Pictures to follow‡ shortly, but for now, three things:
- If you have a wedding§ outside at night, hundreds of glow sticks and their flashier cousins@ are utterly cool.
- Jen, Kara and I should totally form a girl group. Our rendition of "Tainted Love" was ten kinds of awesome.¶
- If you are going to San Antonio, think twice about going during Final Four# weekend. The floating pep rally†† was fantastic, but the ballers, cheerleaders, bands, coaching staffs and all their dearest friends, family and schoolmates‡‡ were overwhelming.
[SUMMARY: There is no summary. These things don't go together except in my head.]
Sports naysayers, avert your eyes:
Due to my beloved Coach K's victory over the WVa team that propelled me to giddy heights of March Madness bracket standings, I have catapulted once again, now ranking a stunning THIRTEEN§§ out of 1124 in the 850 KOA brackets.
All hale the mighty BOB!¶¶
[SUMMARY: Once again, yay me.]
By the way... one of the perqs under this job offer is a full four weeks' paid vacation my first year, plus the eleven paid holidays everybody gets.
The executives making the offer pointed out that I would've had Friday off and paid if I were working for them right now.
[SUMMARY: Some fairy godmothers just don't play fair.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): You know how sometimes I think I'm funny? Well, sometimes I think I'm clever too.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): Which are actually two separate things, as Lisa got married in Wimberley, home of one of the first (when I was eight - not this weekend) of my many near-drownings... a little story I'll probably include when I share the pictures and the shower story. Huh. Water and Wimberley and Marin are a scary combination.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And a funny story concerning a shower.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Or a birthday... or a free Tuesday night...
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Like this.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There may have been alcohol involved.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Women's. I flew down with no fewer than twelve NCAA women's coaches. I seriously thought there might be some sort of lesbian festival in San Antonio this weekend before I found out I was going to Tournament Town.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Until you've seen cheerleaders form a pyramid on a barge, you haven't really lived.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Not to mention - because the sentence was getting too long, so I didn't - ESPN, CNN, travelling teams from the local news stations pertinent to Stanford, UConn and whomever else was in the women's Final Four.
§§FOOTNOTE (I'm all twirly): I had to write it out because there's no way to capitalise "13."
¶¶FOOTNOTE (beating a dead horse like a drum): Beasts of Burden. B.O.B. My perennial fantasy sports team name... in case I haven't already explained that.