The DC to Dallas to Houston Special

Tuesday, September 20, 2005 | comments (4)
This weekend, Catherine and I went to Dallas for the wedding of the Farmers. It was really great seeing everybody and we had an awesome time! Kim was a beautiful bride and Eric, a proud, downright giddy, groom. Congratulations, guys! The reception was a true Texas-style event, complete with BBQ, and a keg of Miller Lite. When the evening started, I wondered how one keg was going to cut it with this crowd. I mean, after Patrick and Jeff had their share, what would the rest of us drink? But it turns out one keg was plenty and we were all a bit shamed at the end of the evening when we left it sitting in that trash-can full of ice, still half-full.

We left Jeff and Amy's Sunday morning. My final image of Jeff is of him cleaning up a fresh 'present' left by Pita, their 3-month old puppy. Pita, while adorable, is still learning the delicate art of managing her bladder and bowels. I could tell Jeff thought it was a bit early to be getting into the puppy poop, but he still looked happy. Both he and Amy are quite smitten with Pita, despite the stinky gifts.

We hung out with my dad, my brother, and my sister on Sunday. My dad is getting back in touch with his musical roots and we listened to him sit in with the band at a few jazz clubs that he frequents. I was proud that he still had his 'chops.'

We stayed with Sarah and Oytun on Sunday night. They have a beautiful, recently purchased home near Love Field in NW Dallas. We played catch with Sarah's dogs and admired Oytun's lawn-managing skills.

Monday morning, Cath went back to DC and I hopped a Southwest flight to Houston. My job this week is to get my mom's apartment in boxes for her move to Dallas next week. Through no intention of my own, I've become a bit of a 'packing pro' over the last few years, simply because we've made two moves in that time. My mom's place will be a challenge because she has a lot of stuff, much more than Catherine and I have. It's going to put my packing skills to the test in new ways and will result in a lot of sore muscles, I'm sure. But I brought plenty of Naproxen Sodium to handle the aches and pains, so now it's time to get to business.

PS: Woo Redskins!

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damnable 'skins. it was awesome seeing you guys. the keg was only a quarter full, and was done by mid-afternoon the next day. Thank You very much.

Posted by j on Sep 20, 2005 at 11:25:09 PM
Good job on finishing that off!

Posted by Rothko on Sep 23, 2005 at 12:06:34 PM
i was not giddy, maybe insanely happy, but never, ever giddy. and please don't think that jeff was the only person knocking the keg out. he had to call in reinforcements. pussy

Posted by farmer on Sep 28, 2005 at 2:19:41 PM
die

Posted by j on Sep 29, 2005 at 5:50:20 PM

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