Contestant number two! Please step down!

I would write more, but I'm so worn out from going back and forth, I think I may collapse. I despise airports. And I have enough frequent flier miles to fly to Tahiti and back.

Any takers? I could use some company in Tahiti, you know. I'm taking applications for tall, strong, and handsome candidates. Must love frogs.

Anyway........ Johnny! Tell them what they've won!

Well, our lucky couple has won a long life together, hopefully with more bliss than they can stand. And just for the hell of it, we're throwing in a brand new 'happily ever after!'

If anyone here knows any reason why these two should not be joined as husband and wife, you're too late, cause they've already tied the knot. File your complaint elsewhere.

Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Bunnell!

The first leg of this three-legged race has been completed. Thursday morning I arrived in Florida with three suitcases stuffed as full as possible. This was done in an attempt to ease the final move just a bit. The less there is left here come December 11th, the better off I'll be. No one's getting a hernia if I can help it.

My brother's wedding was wonderful, and the bride and groom seemingly couldn't be happier if they tried. Family friends and relatives that haven't been seen in years crept out of the woodwork and a good time was had by all. There was music, dancing, humorous advice, children running everywhere, etc. I even watched my parents dance, which is something I've never seen happen in my entire life. Nov. 19th, 2005. Mark it down. The day my mother actually allowed us to take her picture!

Next weekend is the second round of battle. My sister is getting married to her soldier. I'm sure little sister's wedding will be just as beautiful as little brother's.

In other, much less important news, I went to the DMV and picked up my permit Friday morning. I drove all weekend and didn't run into any small children or large dogs. Nor did I cause either of my parents to have a heart attack, which is always a pleasant end to the story.

Best wishes to the brides and grooms! Heaven help us all.

Well, being sick is no fun. Remind me not to do that anymore. See what happens when you fake a sick day?? I've had a cold since Thursday, and am just now beginning to recover.

The weekend was horrible. Saturday night in particular. Not a good wakeup call. Saturday night, I was startled from bed to shouts for my roommate to call 911. I stumbled into the living room dazed and confused to find out what was going on this time.

Apparently, someone was hit by a car on the corner of my block while attempting to cross the street. I ran to the living room window, looked out, and saw a crumpled heap of body laying directly below my apartment on the street. The person had flown at least 50 feet to land half underneath a parked car. 15 minutes later my roommate flags down a random ambulance and fire truck passing by because his 911 call STILL hadn't been answered. The firemen check for a pulse in the wrist... nothing. Then they check for one in the neck. Nothing. As they rolled the man over I turned away, no longer able to watch. It may sound horrible to say, but I didn't think I could handle having that image in my head. At any rate, you can check out the article above and read for yourself.

The rental car has been reserved. Jason's plane ticket has been purchased. Now all we have to do is wait. Well, that and pack. Ugh.

Well, I seemed to have come down with a sort of 24 hour bug today. It caused me to stay home from work, unfortunately. When I went to the doctor, he advised me that the only cure would be to make a trip into Central Park and enjoy what may well be the last nice day of autumn I'll see for a long time. Who am I to go against doctors orders?

First we have a view of some of the fall foliage appearing on the lower west side of the park. This is near West 61st street and 7th avenue.


Then we have a view of the ice skating rink where I spent two hours of my time this morning. For a grand total of $16 (give or take a quarter) you can ice skate as long as you like (or until you get a blister like I did) for the entire day. That includes skate and locker rental. One of the best parts about the whole ordeal was that it wasn't freezing today, so being outside was refreshing instead of miserable. And no, I didn't fall down. Apparently my lack of grace while walking is erased on the ice, imagine that.


I also found a fountain to take pictures of on my way home. This is near East 61st and 5th avenue.


Leaving Central Park and walking down to 46th street and 5th avenue, I discovered a Barnes and Noble. Thou shalt not pass a B&N without buying at least one book. I was feeling extra devout today, so I bought two. David Eddings' series The Mallorean, which comes in two volumes. It was a good day.