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Night Out

We had our date night before last. After fobbing off the Kitten, we took a romantic boat trip down to Downtown Disney. We strolled along, wandered onto Pleasure Island, and…

We had our date night before last. After fobbing off the Kitten, we took a romantic boat trip down to Downtown Disney. We strolled along, wandered onto Pleasure Island, and became introduced to …

… the Adventurers Club.

Too much fun to be had for anyone. Imagine a combination of the Enchanted Tiki Room with improv theater with the era of Indiana Jones with the Magic Castle with too much alcohol, and you begin to get an inkling of the evening’s delights. Designed as a club for adventurers in 1937 (yes, the Pulp era), you are ushered from room to room for different shows, the walls all covered with the fine mementos and swag from trips to exotic places, some of which bears closer examination than the initial cursory look. The snooty butler, the saucy maid, the ditzy club president, the vain and dashing hero, the envious and boasting club treasurer, these and more all await your visit to the the Adventurers Club.

As I said, too much fun.

After about three hours, we realized we couldn’t, alas, just keep sitting there, drinking and laughing. Eating was needed, too. So we sauntered over at 10:30 to the place where we’d had reservations at 8, the Portabello Yacht Club, for some fine dinner (and a bit of wine, too).

Then another relaxing boat ride back, where I cleaned up while Margie took the sitters back to their hotel room, and then the arms of Morpheus.

Pretty fine entertainment. KUNGALOOSH!

Thanks

I give thanks for the material things I’ve been blessed with. I give thanks for the talents I’ve been given, and the opportunities to use them. I give thanks for…

I give thanks for the material things I’ve been blessed with.

I give thanks for the talents I’ve been given, and the opportunities to use them.

I give thanks for the country I was born into, and the people who have made it all the good things it is.

I give thanks for my friends.

I give thanks for my relatives.

I give thanks for my daughter.

I give thanks for my wife.

Thanks, God.

Vaguely comforting

Most women have the best sex inside of marriage. Two thirds of married women say the best sex they’ve had is with their husband, compared to 13 percent who say…

Most women have the best sex inside of marriage.

Two thirds of married women say the best sex they’ve had is with their husband, compared to 13 percent who say it was when they were single and just nine percent when having an affair, a survey by British health magazine Top Sante said Tuesday.

Most women are pleased with their partners’ bodies, weight, and, particularly, their “manhood.”

And here I always thought Margie was exceptional in her opinions, not just part of the crowd. Ahem.

Family

Pix from Joe’s wedding back in September. On the left is me and my brother, John, at the church. John’s the goofy one. No, the other goofy one. The other…

Pix from Joe’s wedding back in September.

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On the left is me and my brother, John, at the church. John’s the goofy one.
No, the other goofy one.

The other pic has the whole family crew, including my Nona (Mom’s mom), my Mom, and my Dad. John’s the goofy one. No, the goofy one standing up.

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Wedding Rules

Rules for weddings. Accept with a grain of salt. Many of these rules touch on the obligations of the bride and groom to the guests. There are many folks who…

Rules for weddings. Accept with a grain of salt.

Many of these rules touch on the obligations of the bride and groom to the guests. There are many folks who maintain that there are no such obligations. I suggest such folks not invite anyone to their wedding. If you expect people to travel, dress up, attend, and (of course) provide gifts, courtesy, if not morality, demands a certain consideration of them. Certainly it is your day. But that doesn’t mean you can be completely and utterly self-centered. Not if you don’t want them talking snarkily about you for days to come.

  1. Bride and groom, consider the physiognomy of your attendants when selecting a style for their clothing. This is mostly an issue with bridesmaids, since, fortunately, nearly all men look good in a tux. Not all women look good in all dresses, however, and some styles are particularly cruel unfortunate — particularly when sized too small and when the attendant in question is standing closest to the congregation, back turned.
  2. Guests, if the bride and groom and attendants are getting dressed up, perhaps you can, too. Sure, formal clothes are usually uncomfortable clothes. Suck it up.

  3. Bride and groom, consider sight lines at your ceremonial site. When you are doing the rehearsal, turn around and look back at where folks will be sitting. The chairs you can’t see because of walls, candelabras, or your attendants will be occupied by folks who cannot, in turn, see you.

  4. Guests, when seated someplace, don’t just willy-nilly sit somewhere else, particularly in the church. There may be a good reason why nobody’s sitting there … yet.

  5. Preacher, the bride and groom will remember zero of what you preach to them. Keep it short and sweet. You’re just there to facilitate, not to convert.

  6. Bride and groom, organization is your friend. You will not be organized, so appoint associates — your Best People, your parents, whoever — to help shepherd things during the ceremony and reception in the direction you decide upon ahead of time (and to adapt plans when things go akilter). The wedding coordinator will take care of most of this (or should) at the ceremony site, but the reception is a different matter. The DJ is not necessarily the best person to do this.

  7. Bride and groom, do not, when you can avoid it, keep people waiting, especially when they are, for example, all lined up, waiting for you to walk in the door. Or all lined up, waiting for you to exit the door.

  8. Guests, be patient. The marriage couple are functioning at about 20% cognition level, and if nobody’s nudging them in the proper direction in a timely fashion, they are probably not going to be the best of hosts. If you have complaints, save them for the car ride home. Or for your blog.

  9. Bride and groom, having someone who can announce what’s coming up next is a keen idea, especially if that’s what’s really coming up next.

  10. Guests, be flexible. Weddings are like military operations — all the planning falls apart as soon as the enemy is engaged (or something like that).

  11. Bride and groom, avoid admonishments of “Please, no children” on the reception invitation unless you really mean it. If you change your mind, contact folks to let them know.

  12. Guests, if you bring children, do not let them distract from the goings-on. Children have tremendous fun at weddings and receptions, and that’s fine. They will also heterodyne wildly out of control if you let them. Don’t.

  13. Bride and groom, circulate. If you have not gone anywhere else besides the head table or the dance floor for over half an hour, you are probably doing your guests a disservice. You don’t have to engage in deep conversation; indeed, you should avoid being monopolized. Just a “Thanks for coming” or a “How’s the food?” or “Hi! Nice outfit!” will do, especially if repeated once or twice during the evening. People are there to celebrate your wedding. It would be nice if they got a chance to actually interact with you.

  14. Guests, don’t monopolize the bride and groom. If you are in a position to do so, you probably know them well enough that you’ll see them again in the near future. They’re not going to remember anything you tell them, anyway.

  15. Bride and groom, consider your audience. If you want more than just your peer group to get out on the dance floor, provide music beyond the range of what just your peer group prefers. Not everyone cares for (or dances to) rap and hip-hop. If that’s all you want to have playing, make sure that there are plenty of other distractions and entertainments, or else see the next point.

  16. DJ, you are not nearly as amusing or entertaining as you think you are, particularly in your pranks to embarrass people (admonitions to smear cake all over each other, the typical jocularity regarding the garter removal). The more you sound like a lounge singer (without the singing), the less anyone wants to hear from you.

  17. Guests, take the opportunity to dance and mingle and revel when offered. The bride and groom want everyone to have a good time, and even if you are not, you should pretend you are. This is their day, not yours.

  18. Bride and groom, four hours is very long for a reception, especially when the entertainment is very age-specific and limited. If you want to do the dance floor thang with all your friends, go through the traditional activities, then, after about 2.5 hours, exit the building with great fanfare, cruise around the block for fifteen minutes so folks can leave, then slip back in. Many people consider it rude to depart before the bride and groom, so they’ll just sit there, stewing, until you formally depart.

All that having been said (and some of it is exagerrated, and some of it is derived from other weddings I’ve been at instead of this one), I was really pleased to be able to attend my step-nephew’s wedding. I did really miss having Margie there (I had forgotten how unutterably depressing weddings can be when you aren’t with the one you love), but it was great visiting with some of the folks I got to visit with. Plus the chapel was fun (an small 1910 Episcopal Church, most of the old decor still intact) and the food was quite decent. And they’re a really nice couple, and I really wish them the best of futures.

So, what have you got in your weekend?

Friday Work from home in the morning. Confirm that the detailed list of What My Group Is Doing is suitable for my boss to pass on to his boss. Do…

Friday

  • Work from home in the morning. Confirm that the detailed list of What My Group Is Doing is suitable for my boss to pass on to his boss. Do other Important Stuff.
  • Pack a carry-on suitcase.
  • Fly off to California for my step-nephew’s wedding. Borrow a car from my in-laws to drive up to my parents, go to the Rehearsal Dinner, chit-chat and socialize.
  • Be lonely because Margie and Katherine are staying at home (though Margie is hosting the week’s D&D game, and happens to have two attack cats, an alarm system, and a big baseball bat, in case any of my readers Get Any Funny Ideas. Trust me. You do not want to cross Margie. Think “mother bear” and “cub,” and do some newspaper searches. It will not be pretty.

    Saturday

  • Sleep in. Glorious sleep. Wonderful, wonderful sleep.
  • In reality, spontaneously awaken, even though dead tired, at 5:30 a.m.
  • Feel guilty that Margie has to take care of Kitten by herself.
  • Socialize with the ‘Rents. Work on their computer to do whatever their computer needs at the moment. Tie in to e-mail and blog briefly (since they have only one line).

    Sunday

  • Go to church with my folks, most like.
  • Step-nephew’s wedding. Socialize.

    Monday

  • Sleep in.
  • Fly home mid-day.
  • Check office mail so that I can claim I worked a few hours, since I am going to be very tight on vacation time come the Holidays.

    It’s going to be a very odd trip, this being the first time I’ve been off with family without Margie in many, many years.

    During the downtime I have various ambitious plans, including prep for my game the following weekend, reading, and playing lots of Quake. Or maybe I’ll be social, which would be a nice change.

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    For a few words more

    It’s the Two Words game, the Anniversary Edition. (And in honor of the Testerfolks’ Anniversary, I’ll keep up the theme, too.) Wedding days: All A-Twitter. Wedding cakes: No Smearing! Hotel…

    It’s the Two Words game, the Anniversary Edition.

    (And in honor of the Testerfolks’ Anniversary, I’ll keep up the theme, too.)

    Wedding days: All A-Twitter.
    Wedding cakes: No Smearing!
    Hotel rooms: Green M&Ms.
    Beach dunes: Crab Dinner.
    Football games: Personal Contact.
    Hurricanes: Much Laundry.

    Significant Others

    Some others I know have been doing the Gaming WISH questions, and, being ever the trend-following in such things, I’m going to slowly play catch-up on them, starting with this…

    Some others I know have been doing the Gaming WISH questions, and, being ever the trend-following in such things, I’m going to slowly play catch-up on them, starting with this one, No. 9. For those who don’t do RPGs, move along, nothing to see here …

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    Tholiday Thursday

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    Missionary

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    The Date

    I’m not sure why I do the Monday Memory, since my memory is notoriously bad, but … Do you remember your first date? Now, for all those geeks amongst us…

    I’m not sure why I do the Monday Memory, since my memory is notoriously bad, but …

    Do you remember your first date? Now, for all those geeks amongst us I’m using a very broad definition of the word “date” here. It can just as easily be a cyber date. I don’t care if you met in person or not. Just tell us about your first date! (please)

    Since my very first date is lost somewhere in the depths of prehistory, I’ll focus instead on my first date with Margie. Or, rather, the preliminaries thereto, since that’s pretty well-branded onto my cortex.

    So let’s roll the clock back to, hmmm, 1993, when it was clear that Cheryl and I were not going to reconsile, and we were well-and-truly separated and on the road to divorce and all that. I worked in Pasadena. Margie worked in Pasadena, several blocks away. Margie and I were good, long-term friends from our golden college days, and we occasionally ate lunch together.

    So a young man’s fancy started turning to, well, something more than just having lunch. Like … going on a date with Margie.

    Fast Forward to a delightful lunch at the Olive Garden, chit-chatting idly with Margie. Or, uh, chit-chatting uncomfortably with Margie. Chit-chatting nervously. Doing a lot of staring at the breadsticks instead of chit-chatting.

    ‘Cause, you see, in order to ask Margie on a date, I’d have to tell her I liked her, in, y’know, that way. Romantic-like and all that. And if I did that, then who knows what might happen? Margie might laugh! And point! And ridicule me! And I’d die of shame, take to drink, and end up dying in a cardboard box in an alleyway! In a bad part of town!

    Um. Anyway. We had a nice lunch, I guess. And we walked back to her office. And this little guy on my shoulder kept saying, “Tell her! Tell her! Tell her!” And I kept stuffing him in a cardboard box and throwing him into an alley …

    Until I said good afternoon, thanks for lunch, etc., etc., and Margie, despite looking at me like I had some sort of strange nervous tic, or like I was sweating profusely (more than usual), or something like that, said so long.

    And, of course, instantly I was seized by a towering anger at myself for being such a [expletives deleted] chicken, such that I stormed back to my office, keyed out a furious message to Margie about what a [expletives deleted] chicken I’d been, folded it up, stamped it, and threw it in the mail.

    Of course, then I was in trouble …

    Suffice it to say, I (a) told Margie shortly thereafter, before the letter arrived, and asked her out on a date, (b) learned that she’d figured something like that was up, but had been kind of chicken about inquiring, too, (c) ended up marrying her.

    So far, no cardboard boxes in sight. Except in the basement.

    Now if I could just remember the actual date

    My wife — I think I’ll keep her

    So early this morning, being at home watching Katherine for the day, I started checking out some problems we’d been having with Margie’s PC. It’s been showing a lot of…

    So early this morning, being at home watching Katherine for the day, I started checking out some problems we’d been having with Margie’s PC. It’s been showing a lot of Internet activity, and ZoneAlarm has been acting very flaky.

    Well, long story short, I decided that we were getting some significant intrusions, quite probably the infamous UPnP attacks via TCP 5000 and UDP 1900 (and, boy, doesn’t that sound impressive?).

    I screwed around with ZoneAlert for an hour or two, trying to plug the holes, then gave up and upgraded us to ZoneAlert Plus, which has, from what I can see, significantly better controls.

    I then spent a large number of further hours, trying to get our home network working again, so that I could access the Internet from my machine. After getting quite tired of walking from one machine to another, I finally moved my notebook over next to Margie’s PC.

    Ring-ring. It’s Margie, calling to say she’ll be on her way home soon. Huzzah. “How’s it going?” she asks.

    I make various disgruntled noises.

    She expresses her sympathy, wishes she could make things better, then runs off to another meeting.

    And, hey presto, just like that, our PCs are talking.

    The lesson here? If you have a technical problem, don’t call me. Call Margie. I’ve only got the job title. She has the magic.

    Thursday Thumb-Twiddling

    It’s time for the fabulous The Thursday Thumb-Twiddler — now with Trackback and IN COLOR! 1. You’ve been diagnosed with a presently incurable disease, with no more than three months…

    It’s time for the fabulous The Thursday Thumb-Twiddler — now with Trackback and IN COLOR!

    1. You’ve been diagnosed with a presently incurable disease, with no more than three months to live. If you had a modest chance of surviving cryogenic freezing in the next week, to be awakened in a thousand years to live a greatly extended life … would you do it?

    I can imagine circumstances in which I would have leapt to this opportunity. To see the future! (Maybe.) Cool!

    However, I presently have obligations (and well-loved ones). One way or another I’d be leaving my wife and child. I would not (and should not) make that departure any sooner than necessary.

    *Sigh* So much for holodecks and stepping disks.

    2. A friend asks for your opinion about an original novel (painting, sculpture, song) they’ve created. You think it is utterly dreadful. Do you lie about it, diplomatically tone down your true feelings, or tell the complete, unvarnished truth?

    I’m Mr. Diplomacy. I think I would be honest about pointing out areas I thought were weak, while still being positive and encouraging. After all, I’m not a book editor (art critic, music producer), and Heaven knows my aesthetic isn’t some absolute arbiter of Good Quality.

    3. In honor of the weather, what do you think is the most enjoyable thing to do in the snow?

    Heh. My in-laws’ answer would be to make Scotch Slushies™. For me, probably just walking in it. There’s something magically peaceful about walking in the snow, the falling flakes muffling the noise around, cool and quiet.

    Mmmm. Makes me look forward to winter.

    This or That?

    It’s the Tuesday This-or-That: 1. Rented lodgings, or staying with friends/relatives? We usually stay with relatives (or friends, if in the area). Maximize time with the folks we’re traveling to…

    It’s the Tuesday This-or-That:

    1. Rented lodgings, or staying with friends/relatives?

    We usually stay with relatives (or friends, if in the area). Maximize time with the folks we’re traveling to see, and all that. We haven’t done a lot of hotel stays since Kitten’s been born, but once we get back into travel mode beyond visiting friends and relatives, we’ll be doing so.

    For long trips, hotels can be a nice break. While staying with family and friends can be fun, it’s also ultimately wearing (being “on” all the time).

    2. Lots of activities, or just lying around doing nothing?

    I can lie around and do nothing at home just fine. If I’m going to the Grand Canyon or DisneyWorld or Santa Fe, then, damnit, I want to drive myself to exhaustion seeing those places. That’s what vacations are for!

    3. Blogging while on vacation…yes or no?

    Yes, when possible. My in-laws’ place is not real good for setting up the PC, and the one hotel we’ve stayed at (at DisneyWorld) in the last year was even worse. Still managed it, at least a trickle.

    4. If you have children and/or pets…bring them along or make other arrangements?

    One reason we have cats is so that we can be away without their noticing (much) or their requiring (much) care from friends/house-sitters.

    On our forthcoming SDCC trip, we’ll actually (gasp!) be Kittenless for a few days, dropping off Katherine with Margie’s folks while we scoot down to San Diego. It should be … interesting.

    (Taking Kitten through the exhibition halls at the ComicCon makes me shudder just in contemplation.)

    We might see if we can do something similar with my folks when we’re out there over the holidays. I don’t want to impose, but they actually sound like they’d like to look after Katherine. How can we refuse?

    5. Do you cook while away on vacation, or eat out every day?

    If we were going someplace for a week or more, I’d prefer to have a kitchen where we could cook something — or at least just fix ourselves some breakfast — now and again. That was sort of fun when we went to Britain B.K. … our days in London were in a rented student flat, so we could just have a bowl of cereal in the morning and head out for touring.

    I enjoy eating out. I also enjoy, after a very short time, “comfort food” (making food decisions is tiring). So, for example, when we were at DW last October, we went “out” to dinner only about half the time; the other half of the time, I grabbed some grub from the dining hall at our resort and brought it back for Margie and I to eat out by the pool (while Katherine was falling asleep). I expect the same thing to happen in December.

    6. Do you pack light and plan to do laundry while away, or overpack and wash everything when you get home?

    Depends on where we’re going. If it’s a week or less, and casual, we can pretty easily pack what we need to wear. OTOH, we planned our Britain trip around doing laundry, and we have caches of clothes and toiletries at Margie’s folks for when we stay there.

    Volume of clothing isn’t a problem. Margie can warp space when it comes to luggage, both in terms of packing into it, and in terms of packing it into the car.

    A bigger packing problem (in terms of both volume and weight) is all the supplemental haserei — books, mostly, but now, of course, stuff for Kitten.

    7. Drive to your vacation spot, or take some kind of public transportation?

    Again, depends. Long road trips don’t faze us, and there’s an element of control that they provide that’s most comforting. OTOH, I don’t mind taking a jet then renting a car (like we did in Britian).

    8. If you have a cell phone…on or off while away?

    On. Folks know I’m on vacation, so I don’t worry about being bugged too much from the office (and if I am, then that’s part of the cost of my work). And I want a way for the house-watchers, the alarm company, or other people who need to reach me to be able to.

    Plus, if both of us have our cell phones (and both are charged, ahem), then it makes coordinating our activities that much easier (“I’ll take Kitten over there to that park … you give me a buzz when you’re done here at this shop”).

    9. Bring work along or not?

    Not usually, no.

    10. Returning home with more stuff than you originally took with you…yes or no?

    Usually. Which is why Margie’s space-warping abilities are so useful (and, fortunately, my strength is that of ten men, because my heart is pure).

    Divorce in haste, repent at leisure?

    Another study is out indicating that divorce doesn’t necessarily make you happier. Interesting. Having been through a divorce myself, I wouldn’t argue one way or the other on the concept…

    Another study is out indicating that divorce doesn’t necessarily make you happier.

    Interesting.

    Having been through a divorce myself, I wouldn’t argue one way or the other on the concept of divorce — always the wrong thing to do, or always the right thing. I think the relative ease of divorce these days means that it’s pursued as an option far too easily, especially in cases where children are involved. The idea that “you make me happy, so let’s get married” has translated into “you make me unhappy, so let’s get divorced,” as if the only idea behind marriage is to be personally happy (it’s not).

    By the same token, one reason why divorce laws were liberalized in the first place is that they were too often a weapon to keep people in bad relationships long beyond when they should have been.

    I’m glad I divorced. I’m glad it was as relatively simple as it was when I did.

    By the same token, I’m glad it wasn’t the first option I thought of when things got rocky in my first marriage, because commitment should mean more than that. And, as this study indicates, sometimes the rough times aren’t nearly as rough or as permanent as they might seem right now.

    (So why did Yahoo! put this in their “Oddly Enough” files?)