I still have the wrist thing, so it’s still difficult and painful to type for any longer than a minute or two, so this entry will also be truncated.

OU/TX and OSU/MO

Wasn’t a good football day for Oklahoma yesterday, was it? A few friends gathered at my house for the OU/TX blowout. None of us are fanatics and there wasn’t any of the usual rooting for the home team from the couch. We had great munchies, helped greatly by The Gary, who brought very popular brownies. SuzArt provided the estrogen and the comic relief in the personna of Bucky. We missed Mrs. Oz, who’s in some far north city filled with German beer for some kind of science teacher conference. George O anchored the far end of the couch, as usual.

Wedding Day

After the game, I went to Paseo for Sandy’s wedding. The ceremony was very cool, sweet and just the right amount of funny befitting the bride. Robin Meyers of Mayflower Congregation presided and he’s always right on target. Tom Lee’s studio never looked better. The reception at Isis afterwards was lovely and the food delicious. The rockabilly crowd was genial and fun. Mandy caught the bride’s bouquet, to the consternation of Ed. Craig’s fireworks livened up the evening, but started a gang war in the hood (it’s not a party until the police come). A bosomy Emily Medina was the Mistress (neither maid nor maiden) of Honor and acquitted herself well indeed while her father took pictures galore and her mother regaled us with stories of Germany. Michael Hoffner is so damn cool, I’ve decided that he’s my hero. Kelly O, on her way to a dinner party in a black spangled dress, was piquant sauce at my table. Marcy Roberts and her sister made me laugh, as Marcy is always able to do. The staff — Georgia, Sherry, Ian (the bride’s son) — was the younger contingent and provided spunk to offset the older generation relations of the bride and groom. Best wishes to the bride and congratulations to the groom. Sandy, I love you to death and I really hope you live the happily ever after of hollywood movies.

Stayin’ Alive

Sharon Astrin has not yet murdered me. Cue the BeeGees.

Old Age Creeps Up?

Saturday, I was too tired after dinner to hit VZDs for Brave Combo, but the reports were that they were the usual big fun. Last night, I was in bed before 10 p.m.!!! Don’t know when the last time was that I was so early to bed on a Friday and Saturday night consecutive. I’ve just been bushed. Or, is it “Bushed”? Anyway, don’t know what the deal is unless it’s the ibuprophen I’ve been taking for this damn wrist. Friday night’s early to bed caused a contretemps with the lovely Juliet, who was expecting me to take her out and dance her tootsies off. Forgive me, honey. PLEASE!

Th-Th-That’s All Folks!