Yes, it WAS the best wedding ever. But Kim also made sure that Courtney and I looked HOT! I don't mean nice hair and decent make-up. I mean, Orpah Winfey-show-makeover HOT! (Considering that I haven't worn more than mascara since the first Bush was president, I was an easy project.)
Bur really, we looked good. Check us out:
It seems like everyone I know is getting married or has just tied the knot. A lot of my single friends and I are spending a lot of time lamenting the virus that is The Wedding. Thankfully, all of the nuptials I've been to this year and am planning to attend next year are for couples I love and think are right for each other.
But the wedding I went to last weekend surpassed all expectations and previous experience. My oldest friend in the world - Kim - who I've known since we were 9 years old - got married to her longtime boyfriend Rob.
Though I've long thought of them as a great couple, their love for each other was palpable Saturday as they wiped away tears of joy while they said their vows.
Words could never explain it but suffice to say, it was the BEST wedding ever!!!
"Are you distressed about crimes committed in the name of religion? Do the warfare, terrorism, and corruption perpetrated by those who claim to serve God offend your sense of justice? Why does religion seem to be at the root of so many problems?"
This is the opening to a pamphlet I received today when I opened my door to two well-dressed women making their way around my neighborhood distributing, "A Worldwide Message: The End of False Religion Is Near."
As the Democrats are using right-wing Christian fanatacism to win votes, it seems that the Jehovah's Witnesses are using some version of the same plot to increase membership.
The four-page mini-leaflet talks about "false religion" meddling in war and politics, spreading false doctrine and tolerating immoral sex. This simple-minded Saturday reader is still slightly confused about what "false religion" is ... it seems to be anything that's not their religion.
But, the good news is that the brochure does say HOW false religion will end. Here's how to spot it when the sh-- goes down.
A harlot who "dresses in purple, uses incense, and is exceedingly wealthy" is sitting on the back of a "fearsome beast." The beast has seven heads and 10 horns.
By means of the harlot's "spiritistic practice," all of the nations are misled.
"Soon, though, an amazing event will take place. The 10 horns and the wild beast "will hate the harlot and will make her devastated and naked, and will eat up her fleshy parts and will completely burn with her fire.'"
To avoid this fate and falling victim to false religion, the back page of the pamphlet talks about how to practice "true religion." Practice love, trust God's word, and strengthen families. Oh, and become a Jehovah's Witness.
Wow. Does this kind of marketing really work?
I like my boyfriend. And he likes me. But what he does not like is me taking photos of him.
I'm not sure why because he's a good looking guy and takes a nice picture. The further he digs his heels in about not allowing me to take his picture, the more I snap. Here are some examples of blocking techniques he uses.
People say there is no change of season in Los Angeles. Anyone who has been here this summer knows that the city went from warm to kill-me-now-before-I-die-of-heat-exhaustion.
To beat the summer swelter, I've been trying all sorts of different refreshing beverages.
Here are a few.
I'm in the middle of a series of fabulous mini-breaks. Because it's hard for me to take a whole week off work, I'm going on short trips this summer.
The first was in June when the girls and I went to the Santa Ynez Valley to go wine tasting. Since Sideways, just about everyone in California has been to this area to sample the pinots and talk about how much they hate Merlot. We were no exception.
At the end of July, Jorge and I went La Jolla for a wedding. The wedding and reception were held at the Museum of Contemporary Art, a beautiful venue which overlooks the ocean. Some cloud clever prevented a spectacular sunset. Other than that, the weekend was perfect.
The following weekend we headed north to Big Sur for the Manzer's annual August camping trip. As one of my colleagues observed, you are firmly middle class when you go away to drink. Along with eating very well, drinking was the primary activity for the three days.
Next trip: Four days in Chicago. Let's go Cubs!
