I was lucky enough to procure a pair of tickets to the Police concert in July. As I expected, they announced a second date in chicago after the first sold out. The concert is at Wrigley Field, which is unholy ground to this Sox fan.
So all the wedding stuff has come to an end and the feeling of impending doom has finally retreated. The big reception has passed with tremendous stress. There were problems with a non-existent tux and the wrong wedding cake. The latter was resolved satisfactorily, the former not so much. I was tweaking the music until the last possible moment. A lot of effort went into the music and by all accounts it went over extremely well. Erin will be pleased to hear Laid by James was by far the most popular tune.
Playlists after the cut…
As I was walking Boo! last night around midnight I stepped upon something squishy. Thinking I was about to trod upon something nasty, I tried to change my stride. Since I was at the curb, this caused me an awkward downward step which resulted in my ankle rolling far too many degrees laterally, say about 90 degrees. My brain registered the fact that this was a wholly inappropriate position for my ankle about a split second before the pain signals arrived.
Today we went to the hospital because I figured it’s better to be safe than crippled. They took some X-rays (they have cool stars on the ceiling of the X-ray room) and though they didn’t show the X-rays to me the doctor assured me they showed no broken bones. So now I’m in a splint and on crutches with a recovery time of 2-4 weeks. I’m told tomorrow will be worse than today.
Action photo of my foot swelling in the hospital after the cut!
Deborah and I have tied the knot. If anyone tells you the groom cried more than the bride, well, they’d be right. Make sure they say they were manly tears of joy.
I resign from the Bachelor’s club in in about five hours. I’m waiting for the best man to arrive so we can have lunch and pick up his tux. Things are probably more exciting where the bride is.