Today’s Spanish lesson brought to you by Skip the Less-Than-Sober DJ and the letter “Q”. The wedding this weekend was good. I proved my dad’s estimated driving times wrong, the ceremony was nice, and brief, which made it that much nicer, the weather cooperated big time, and I not only saved 20 cents a gallon on gas by finding the cheap station in town, but I saved 2 more cents by the time I finally could stop to fill up there.

Then we get to the reception. The only time a wedding DJ should really be acknowledged is after the fact, when you say “Man, that DJ was good. No chicken dances, and his segue from Flock of Seagulls to 50 Cent was flawless.” This guy was a joker in the finest sense of the word. But, his comments during songs aside, he played music that let people dance, and dance they did. (I believe there’s a picture or three out there of me and Tom doing the “sprinkler”.) And the reception dinner could have been the best wedding dinner I’ve ever had. Ever. Hell, even the cake was awfully damn tasty. I know there was more to be said, and there probably will be at some point in time, and I’ll get to it then, right now, I’m blank.

I tried to post a picture on here using Blogger’s new “photoblogging”, but it wouldn’t let me edit the post to put some text around it, so I’m going to have to manually show off the happy couple:

They’re not nearly as pimptastic as the handsome young man on the left, but they try.

Sunday was a good time, too. Aside from the bad golf, it was a good day to relax, then sit for 4 hours in a power outage. Of course, without the power outage, I never would have been able to reaffirm my stance as the household “Yahtzee” champion by pounding my folks into a dice-ridden submission not seen in decades.

And now its another week. Or at least 2 days into another week. There’s some Blogger-related learning to be done, though that’s looking more and more like a June project. Excuse my dust if I really botch this one up.