There's A Piper Down

Hello from Rocky River, everyone. I have actually grown quite accustomed to living at home again, and without a job, no less. Only about two weeks left till the big day, and the jitters have become so all-consuming that I couldn't work if I wanted to. Ha. Just kidding. Tis exciting, though! I think I've figured out the official seating chart (especially important in determining fun level for Woo alumni), and have also accomplished many smaller tasks (such as the up-do test-run...ewww, up-do, sick...but I'm not kidding).

Other than that, I've just been hanging out with mis padres. E and I made it up to Detroit (Cleveland's ugly cousin) for a night to see Missy Chrissy and Derek, and good times were had by all (though I'm happy now that they never made it to Oxford, as our "guest room" was really just the living room floor covered by the nasty futon pad, unlike their pleasantly furnished abode). C-bus tomorrow for a Chrichel (E's word, sorry, Chris Michel) visit, then I get to see Vanessa and the other "ladies" this weekend! Missy Chrissy has promised to bring her bag o' tricks (though sadly, she tossed the whip). Hehe.

Been reading Kenny Moore's book about Bill Bowerman, Oregon's legendary coach... Nothing like poetry at all. A mi me gusta. I'm having trouble focusing on anything at all, and these days are flying... I've been lifting (and running, screw you, strained stomach muscle!) to kill the time (and look like a soldier in the wedding dress)....

Also, I recently acquired the new White Stripes album. I like St. Andrew as much as the next guy, but what's up with the bagpipes on this record??

Peace out, gotta go to lunch with Grandma Eileen.