A Weekend Where Something was Always Going On

I've constantly had to be somewhere this weekend. I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning. Being places. Doing things. It must be busy season. No rest 'till October.

The Sighting



More things that never happen within a thousand miles of me are starting to occur. First that guy guns down thirteen people in my hometown (while I was in town). Then a likeness of the Virgin Mary appeard a few miles south of the abode. It takes a tad bit of faith to see this one. The messages on the wall were very touching.

The Creepy Elementary School


Bell Elementary.

Not too far northwest of me is a school getting a little sandblast. The painted windows are a bit freaky. I took a peek inside. It was very clean or orderly.

The Wedding


Don't fuck with the groom.

Somewhere among the wedding party of fifty-five gracious family members stood a couple happy to share the event with family. After the Christian Ceremony, we had a Thai Buddhist ceremony with traditional music and pouring blessed water on the hands of the couple. I had never met the bride before. I stood back from that one.

The Wine


Ah yes I hear Jack's Basement Chardonnay is tasty.

The seemingly connected New Lady treated me to a wine tasting. People sipped glasses of random homemade wines. Nobody lost their vision. Everybody pretended to know what they were talking about. Some people got ribbons. I learned that people use honey in wine. The atmosphere featured an acoustic guitarist and extra-loud drummer jamming out new-agey versions of classics. The chicken was the highlight.

Assorted Sentences

- Cousin C: "Hey E, I haven't seen you since that one time we ran into each other at the U2 concert a few years ago. Hey honey, remember when we saw E at the concert in Milwaukee?"
Cousin E: "Oh yeah. I remember that."

I've had this conversation about once a year since 2001.

- Needing some time to unwind and zone out into space, I took the long way home from downtown today. I hopped on a bus westward, got off to wait for a northbound bus and found myself standing around acres and acres of empty parking lot next to the United Center. The fifteen minute wasn't bad since the area isn't as rough as it used to be. It's as close to a desert as you can get in these parts.

- There were clowns at the area gas station on Saturday. I have no idea why they were there. I don't think clowns make getting gas more fun.

Sleep.

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