File this under: Things We Didn't Think to Do. "Getting pictures with each of our tables."

We forgot to take the time (but what time?) to go around and get a picture taken at each of the tables at the reception. Sure, we were more interested in documentary style photos than posed, but it still would have been nice to make sure we got a picture with everyone. It's a small thing, though.

I did get this picture with most of the cast of Whirled News Tonight, past and present (minus only Haskins, Young and Padraic).

Eddie, folding his arms in the front, actually had to drive back to Chicago with his wife that night, because of a baptism in the morning. I made a point to thank him for coming as he was heading out, but then saw him, still hanging out, hours later. They must have gotten almost no sleep before that baptism. That's the sign of a good party.

Scene from a marriage:

Sarah: [yelling from other room] Did you turn the shower on?!
Me: What? Did I turn on the shower?!
Sarah: Did you just turn on the shower?!
Me: No! I'm peeing!
Sarah: You're peeing?! Oh! Jeez!
Me: You thought that was the shower?!
Sarah: Yeah!

I was asked to write and perform a piece for The Paper Machete, a live magazine show in town, or, as they call it, "a salon in a saloon." Since Shakespeare's birthday and deathday are coming up, I came up with a little essay about Hamlet's "To be or not to be" soliloquy, and how we've probably referenced it to death ("... that undiscovered country").

It's been a while since I wrote something that wasn't a funny trivia question or a medium-funny blog entry. It seemed to go over well.

You can give it a listen over at the Paper Machete's website.

Stonelake and Aileen at our wedding. They're getting married later this year.

Back before I picked wood for my ring, Stonelake and I were both part of an online conversation about ring materials.

Stonelake: I was actually thinking tungsten, but then I heard that emergency rooms can't cut it off you if you catch your hand in something, which I am constantly doing. The issue is that if you futz up your fingers, like when I crashed my bike last spring and my fingers went in all directions and dislocated and broke everywhere, then your hand swells up and if the ER docs can't cut off your ring you might lose your finger.

I'd hear this rumor as well. I did a little internet research and it's widely believed to be true, but apparently isn't. At least that's what the tungsten-selling people say.

Hedges was the videographer at our wedding. Really all I asked him to do was start the camera recording when the ceremony started, maybe zoom it in, and make sure no one knocked the tripod over. But he went above and beyond, zooming, panning, tilting, even picking the tripod up after and carrying it around outside for cocktail hour.

I felt a little bad, like he didn't get to experience it firsthand.

Hedges: It certainly didn't hurt my enjoyment or make me feel less present to film the wedding, it was my pleasure, I just wish there was more battery so that I could have filmed all the speeches. It was such an honest, funny and original ceremony; seeing it through the camera lens and with the naked eye from my perch in the balcony made it the ultimate 3D movie watching experience.

Also, the country western shirt he wore was awesome.

Hedges: Hey, you said the wedding was on a farm!

Our friend, Hedges, won tickets to a box at a White Sox game. A whole box. He wasn't able to give away all the tickets.

Hedges: I think some people were hesitant to come out because of the rain, but... we're inside! In a box!

Hedges won the tickets from a raffle at a half marathon or fun run or something. He's been running a lot of those lately, losing a lot of weight.

And we celebrated that by watching baseball from a box, drinking beers and eating hot dogs.

Um... I think the Sox lost.

Mimosas and donuts at work to celebrate the release of 'You Don't Know Jack' for iPhone and iPad.

Go buy it! It has different questions than the game console retail versions.

Man... I have written a million questions (and counting).

After that it's mostly dancing (but it gets less awkward).

Sarah has officially started going to school full time.

That means a lot of things, but first it means that she now gets to sleep in longer than me in the morning, instead of the other way around. I’ve noticed she does the same thing that I used to do, immediately taking her phone off the nighttable and putting it on the bed where I was just sleeping.

[Later, while chatting online with Sarah about this post, she wrote, “I'm not just a full time student. I'm also a full time improvisor. But I don't know how you would say that without making it sound douchey.” And then, “Also, I spelled improviser wrong. Because I'm new at this.”]

Sarah's taking a class on writing teleplays, TV scripts. She turned in her first assignment, which was to write an opening death scene for the show, 'Six Feet Under.'

She printed it out on left over fancy paper from our wedding.

Sarah: I'm thinking about writing an opening where you die.
Me: Uh... okay.
Sarah: It has to be somebody.
Me: Why don't you write one where you die, since you already took that class about coming to terms with your own mortality.
Sarah: No. What if I killed you off in every script I wrote? So, I'd write an episode of 'Dexter' where he kills you. Or an episode of 'House' where you're a patient who dies. How would you feel about that.
Me: How would I feel? I guess I'd feel like you were working out some pent up aggression.

She ended up writing a scene where an old woman dies after discovering her dog has died from eating chocolate.

Sarah: I killed off my great grandmother, who did kill my dog with chocolate, but she's already dead, so it's okay.