So, if you’re wondering why I didn’t beeline for Blogher this year, it’s because the guy who made my first few years of blogging possible was getting hitched.
Ev and Sara are now Mr. and Mrs. Ev and Sara.
It was touch and go for a minute there, because they decided to Ro-Sham-Bo at the altar to see who would say vows first. After they continuously threw the same weapon for about fifteen minutes, the crowd began to stir. Sara finally prevailed, which means Evan has to do what she says from now on.
Bryan and I had an increasingly excellent time at the wedding, despite my insistence that he refrain from dipping me. Due in part to the No Drunk Dipping rule, I’ve officially made it through wedding season without falling a single time. (The trumpets, they sound in the distance.)
More on the wedding later, after I’ve slept for twenty hours, and the Internet has returned from Chicago.