it's been a strange, strange weekend.
thursday night. the bride got in town, and i baked. and espresso-ed some chai lattes. i'm all about the high class bachelorette parties.![]()
friday night. a fence hop over to the karl strauss brewery garden for the rehearsal dinner. CC's childhood fear of Planet of the Apes surfaced.![]()
despite the failure of the karaoke machine and the dr. zaius business, CC was still happy and beautiful.![]()
saturday. a beautiful, sophisticated, godly, hilarious wedding in suburban san diego.![]()
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sunday. fire. everywhere. fear, excitement, cell phone calls, smoke, ash. thinking about your mortgage and your wedding pictures and your friends and your job. watching everyone else around you think about the same things, brows furrowed beneath hankerchiefs and disposable gas masks.
all freeways but one are closed. strip malls are eerily empty with scrawled signs in doorways.300800+ families are becoming homeless, one by one, and you think about your honeymoon in yellowstone and your invigorated, educated conviction that Fire Is Okay And Part Of The Ecosystem. but it's different now. people are dying, and you can taste those300800 homes in the air as you inhale particles of somebody else's charred wedding pictures. you doze off on the couch as you condemn local news stations on how frequently they show the news anchors. the disconnect tone -- short beeps slightly quicker than a busy signal -- hardens your heart as you call your evacuated-since-saturday friends.
monday. more fire. red sun at 11:30am. sooty skies and masks. the post-apocalyptic shopping mall.![]()
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