Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Yesterday there was a power flicker, due to local thunderstorms. This in turn reset our answering machine, and the task was left up to me to rerecord the "I'm not home" reply.

And so, for roughly 30 seconds, had you called our apartment you would have heard the following message:

"You've reached [insert phone number here]. We're not in to take your message right now, so please leave your beep after the call...Shit!" This was immediately followed by the loud and audible sounds of Mel laughing herself silly.

Well, at any rate I got it mostly right.

Mostly....


posted by Phillip at 8:12 AM

 

Well, this past weekend came and went, and with it the ceremony that saw my sister married off to a great guy...whose parents own a kitchen that I am now insanely jealous of. Carly & Jorrit said their vows and their "I do"'s, and looked incredibly happy together. With the exception of a slight hiccup with the cordless mic, everything couldn't have gone off better. The weather was near perfect, Mel looked fantastic in her bridesmaid's dress (with the head of the wicked seamstress of the west mounted on a pike out on our balcony), the catering was excellent and pretty much everyone partied at the reception until late, late at night.

Though I must admit, it did prove rather interesting seeing two of my three cousins (all younger than Carly) get absolutely blitzed before the night was out. To put things into perspective, the open bar began just after the wedding ceremony, which puts it in around 4pmish. Everyone had a beer in their hand the next time I saw them. By the time we were halfway through the dancing, every time Erika tried to stand up straight she stumbled sideways into a row of chairs. And in the end, I got the pleasure of helping escort my two (youngest and) blotto'd cousins to the van where there parents were waiting.

This is a more difficult task than you'd think, especially when you're following a very long and winding driveway through near pitch-black, and your sloshed cousins suddenly decide to walk (read: stagger) in two totally opposite directions. Though I did learn what Brett's favourite profanities are; he confided them to me before deciding he had to mark a tree.

Today's Lesson: you can dance to anything if you're sufficiently smashed enough.
posted by Phillip at 5:16 AM