Owww, I went to bed at 9:30 last night in comfortable exhaustion. I normally try to pack a lot into my weekends but this past one was off the chart. We started Friday with a ball game, Cardinals Vs. Dodgers



At the back of the ball park there is one food stand where you can get a whole turkey leg for four bucks. Only one stand in the whole park serves these. I hope it survives the transition to the next stadium, but I live in fear that I’ll be left with only peanuts and beer





After the game we went out in the Central West End to Llywelyn’s and Dressel’s for victory beer and to see if we could catch up with Dan and Yumi who had been out in that part of the town while we were at the game. The second floor of Dressel’s is a nice place to sip a pint with a good cigar.



Turns out we missed them, but they hadn’t run out of beer yet so we made the best of it.



Saturday was the day of the wedding and involved much circuitous driving which seemed to have the intersection of Brentwood and 1-70 as its’ epicenter. W went through that light from various directions somewhere on the order of ten times. I had gone garage sale surfing in the am and then went with Jen, Dereck, Bob and Angela to get the girls’ hair done, get lunch, get them checked in at the Cheshire (where Bob and I wandered off to discover this taxidermist’s triumph).



It’s an important tradition in America that guests at a wedding bite the bear in the labyrinthine hotel of the happy couple.



Jen and Dereck were in the same hotel as Dan and Yumi. They got a suite complete with hot tub and mirrored bed (the Bordello suite).



Enough! Show us the dress (says Beth).









After the wedding, which was sweet while also being frighteningly Calvinist, we were well received at one of the best wedding meals in my memory.



From the reception we went to Saratoga, which is well documented already on this page (and I left my camera in the car to focus on bowling). When we closed the Saratoga out at 1:30 it was back to the Cheshire for some three am drinking



Bob, Angela, and I caught a cab back home around 3:30 and got a good seven hours of sleep before heading over to Mary’s for brunch and then back here for a Labor Day BBQ that turned into a dance party of epic proportions. Suffice it to say that Tom Jones had his way with all of us and my floorboards are loosened from several hours of bounce.

Monday was the long slow goodbye in which we further hardened our arteries with the left over brats and whittled the afternoon like our younger selves, playing video games and Risk. Perhaps more stories will emerge between Jen and myself as we hang our newly minted memories up to dry, but now you have the basic structure onto which we’ll stretch such garments as we’re able, cause we were ridden hard and put away wet.