I figured, at this point, I’d just smash everything together in a giant post.
First off, press play.
This is one of Falyn’s favorite songs. It was the last song to play at her wedding reception. I was in the wedding two weeks ago.
Technically, I was a bridesmaid. The wedding was in Richmond and, because it was Falyn and Isaac, it was what was expected: Awesome.
But, before I got there, I visited one of our former reporters who now works at the Richmond paper. After we grabbed a late lunch, a state tourism truck ran a red light. Then this happened.
This happened in front of Third Street Diner, which was a common theme of the day.
Afterward, we celebrated the upcoming nuptials with a tour de drink throughout RVA that ended at Third Street.
I don’t have any photos of the wedding yet. I didn’t take any because I was kinda in it.
Also, this trip was brought to you by Alamo BBQ. That’s Alamo BBQ: 2202 Jefferson Ave., in the beautiful city of Richmond.
So, it’s Year Nine. Nine years ago, I was already drinking wantonly and preparing for more wanton drinking to herald my final year of college. And launching this blog. Now I have no more than 365 days to get my entire wedding settled. I think that’s going to be the theme of this entire year.
It’s been a ride, hasn’t it? When I started this thing, I had been officially single for a couple of years and trying to make the most of being a senior in college. Initially, this was supposed to chronicle senior year. Then it turned into senior year plus starting my first job. Then becoming a young adult. Then nine years went by.
The wedding side of this is about to blow up. Then we’ll prepare to find a place to find our home for the long haul. Then I’ll have to balance being a dad and not being boring. All of this is still odd to me. I wasn’t even thinking about being a real adult when I started this thing. Now I’m a rare breed: Almost all of my friends who had a blog in 2004 don’t have one anymore. I’m still plugging along somewhat. I’m still excited about what the future holds.
The next 365 days will find me gearing up to marry the woman I wanted to marry back in 2002; the next 365 days will more or less devote this blog to me prepping to become someone’s husband; the next 365 days will not be like the other years this blog has covered.
Let’s do this.
But first, seriously, I need everybody and everything to go away for like 24 hours or so. At least for one day. I really, really need a day where I don’t leave the house.
Let’s end with the two songs I hope are played at my wedding. Bonus points if they’re played live.