Yesterday my team at the office decided to skip out on working. Instead, we went to Lake Sammamish State Park to BBQ and play kickball for a few hours -- not a bad way to start the week.
Nina's wedding was AMAZING. Too much fun.
I was only able to take photos before the ceremony and before the "official pictures," so all I have to offer for now are the below. I'll eventually post a gallery of the various photos I'm finding on MySpace and Facebook, and I'm sure Nina will post those "official pictures" some place online. Until then...
The bride...
The boys...
The mafia...
The bridesmaid = The date...
The Scott...
More photos here.
I'll be busy these next couple days preparing, practicing and participating in Nina's wedding. You kids behave while I'm out. Entertain yourselves arguing about Karl Rove while I'm away, and check the Twitter sidebar for updates.
I almost forgot. focuspoint is probably playing its biggest show to date -- Saturday night at The High Dive in Fremont. We're on at 9:30. See you there.
"Nina's Wedding"
Act 1, Scene 5
(Paolo sluggishly enters his office, tired from working the previous night on music for his sister's wedding Friday. He blinks and remembers today is her 21st birthday.)
Paolo: "Nina... Birthday... today... Happy..."
And scene.
If you know Matt, you know he loves late night walks. Occasionally, this activity screws him over, especially when he's not in a big, familiar city. The following is a transcription of a voicemail I received from Matt on Saturday night that had me laughing my ass off...
"Hey buddy. Uh, I made a series of bad choices. I drank about 3 bottles of wine and then I started walking and I think I’m in Medical Lake, but I really don’t know where I am. And, uh, I don’t know why I called. I probably wanted to hear a familiar voice.
Um, I thoroughly got lost and now I’m way out in the country. It’s way different than walking around in Seattle because there are always buildings around and things. But here’s there’s just highway. I’m not sure.
Anyway, hopefully things are good with you and you’re having a good evening and we’ll talk to you soon. Hopefully I’ll eventually get some light and find my way home, or I’ll sober up and find my way home.
Either way, walking for multiple hours is a bad life choice. Alright buddy. We’ll see ya. Ciao."
Matt slept in a wheat field that night. He didn't make it home in time to attend church in the morning. Kids, learn from Matt. Don't walk aimlessly into the countryside at night when intoxicated.