Live blogging the day:
1:37 pm: At halftime Clemson leads Boston College 16-0. Hopefully they won’t choke.
Earlier today, took a ride through downtown and down the strip, and nothing is right. I want to go to the Newsstand and smell the print. I want to go to the Wired and argue with my coffee shop friends. I want to go to the Green Apple Chinese restaurant or whatever that place was called and complain about the food. I want to wander around Manifest and browse for CDs and tapes I can’t afford to buy. Oh well.
6:04 pm: the six o’clock wedding isnowhere close to starting. The bridesmaids haven’t changed into their dresses, there are no chairs to be seen and it’s raining.
6:20 pm: The groom just left to go pick up some Pabst Blue Ribbon.
6:51 pm: Never mind… he was getting the rings and some ice.
7:02 pm: moving into position.
7:15 pm: Done. Time to eat.
7:55 pm: Bunky the Best Man’s toast: “Loopy’s been my best friend for a couple score and seven years. If he’s happy, I’m happy for him. And here’s hoping you [the bride] give him plenty of you-know-what. Welcome to the family. Don’t forget to service his ass. Are there still children here?”
8:56 pm: the best man is now lying in the mud trying to smoke a cigarette while talking to Loopy. It’s probably time to leave.
9:52 pm: Just drove by Cope Hall, my first dorm. The light was on in my old room. Dork.