• 3:01 AM
  Not me, him!

I'm still drinking a ton of water. You'd think I sprung a leak or something.

In non-physical ailment news, Brett's in town kicking tires and lighting fires for his upcoming.. thing. Hmm. Yeah, he most likely already told everyone that's he going to tell. So he's getting married to Meg. Hands up who is surprised that he's marrying his former barista! Anyone? No. Well, it's just me here, so we only know that I, for one, am not surprised at this factual yet largely irrelevant correlation.

I get to be in the wedding party, so I'm going out to get measured for a tuxedo. I've worn many strange costumes in my days as a marching band member, so I'm no stranger to cummerbunds, neckties, multiple shirt/vest/coat layers, or shoes that are hard to walk in. This will probably be the first time it will not look like I am barney the dinosaur after a rampage through The Hobby Co.

Brett visited me at work today, which is always a wacky good time. We got ice cream from the violent and hilarious ice cream machine at work, and talked about the state of employment among other things. It just so happens that we need someone like him really bad, but he's not going to be moving back to Seattle. At least, not at first.

I'm not required to give any kind of speech for his wedding, but if I have to give a toast I'm pretty sure I will work the word "azeotropic" in there somewhere.

May your union prove to be inseparable even through distillation!