there will be photos

Our story starts in Richmond on Friday, because of course my wedding had to involve Richmond in some form or fashion. I headed back to my old stomping grounds in Church Hill to have my favorite, formerly friendly neighborhood, barber cut my hair. He went out of his way to make it into the glorious beard you can see in the photo I posted yesterday. It was the most intense barber visit I’ve ever had. Ben having to work his way through more than four months of unbridled hair growth probably aided in that.

Afterward, my destination was Craig’s house. My mom’s bus arrived in Richmond on Saturday and I figured the easiest way to do everything was to just be in Richmond already. Also, I had no idea exactly how any sort of bachelor party would happen so I thought being in Richmond one day and Charlottesville the other would be the best course of action.

It would have helped if I remembered to charge my phone.

While my phone was dead, Craig and I went to Friday Cheers downtown to see St. Paul and The Broken Bones. I needed a good concert in my system. Of course I have their album now. We got drinks afterward with some friends. I would have grabbed more people but my phone was beyond doornail at this point. After that, I got a pretty good night’s sleep. I’m glad I did because I needed it Saturday.

Where do I start with Saturday? Would it be me slightly fretting over not getting a refund back yet from the University of Virginia? Would it be me being in Richmond way, way longer than I expected? Would it be getting to the reception hall late and the Fry’s Spring Beach Club’s coordinator freaking out because there was miscommunication? Would it be that we never got a chance to map out moving the wedding entirely there? Would it be at 6 a.m. Sunday, when I thought everything was fine until the food arrived entirely too early?

I think some people will talk about how stressed out I was for quite a while.

But it all worked out. At UVa, the trees in the garden contracted fire blight, a disease that makes them look like they’ve been burned. The best plan of action to save the entire tree is to aggressively cut the portions that were stricken. It’s currently a lovely promenade of half-dead sticks. Additionally, the forecast varied wildly from high 90s and incredibly humid, like some days in the middle of last week; mid-80s and stormy, like some of the later days last week; and a what seemed like an impossibility: times of clouds and sun with a high of 78.

That was exactly what we got.

Despite the torrential rains, dead trees, panic and literal last-minute changes, our wedding was outdoors with living trees on the second most pleasant day so far this June. The first was 75 and partly cloudy on June 1, this blog’s anniversary.

Much of the day is a blur, obviously. But it was such a great day in Fry’s Spring. Some people I have known for years mentioned that until Sunday, they hadn’t seen me smile that much. Or ever. Of course I was: I told myself 12 years ago I was going to marry that woman and here we are! It was the happiest day of my life thus far.

And I had a pincord suit with a matching hat. And white shoes.

The next day, yesterday, was my birthday and it was more of us starting to catch our breaths. We’re continuing that today. I can’t remember the last time I hadn’t done more than go out on the deck by 2:40 p.m.

Well, I bet you’re looking for photos. As I said in the title, there will be photos. A ton of them are on Facebook and I’m giving people a day or so to send me their favorites to the wedding email before I go through them all and post some. Also, I should have some from Ryan next week or so.

Other than that, I need to get that typewriter fixed so I can start sending out thank you letters.

And get ready for work Thursday.


TEN YEARS AGO TODAY, I was a rising senior in college. As I was wondering where the road would take me, I decided to chronicle my senior year and my experience as one of the charter members of what was our fraternity house. When I started, I had no idea how long this would last. I definitely didn’t think I’d be reflecting on blogging for a decade. We’ve gone from the halcyon days of college to slouching through young adulthood and, now, marriage.

I nearly shut the viaduct down several times in its early years. There were a few points when this blog all but faded away (such as January 2013 when there were exactly two entries, as compared to 46 in the first month). The name of this blog went from Langley Park to the S p r i n g h o u s e to the viaduct. The viaduct endured some awful, awful designs along the way and migrated from LiveJournal to WordPress. went from a blog to almost a website with a blog included.

Through it all, though, it’s always been what it’s always been: A blog for everyone and no one, a public collection of my private thoughts, a relevant way for those who know me to keep abreast of my irrelevancy.

As the countdown says, now that’s it’s finally ticked down to 0, it’s been a crazy 10 years. But you know that. We’ve gone from college to unemployment to eight years of journalism. We’ve been from Rochester to Miami, Boston to Baton Rouge, Nashville to Norfolk. I’ve had some of my highest highs and my lowest lows expressed in words on this

And I don’t regret a single word. Except for that one time. Then I got over it.

But I digress.

It’s time for a celebration. A month-long celebration! Today is the start of Year 10. My wedding is in 21 days! The 10th anniversary of me turning 21 is in 22 days!  There are many more miles to go, things to experience and people to see.

As I’ve said nearly every year, I’m taking you with me.

We’ll end this, and start the next decade, with our first refrain, the last words of Entry No. 1, June 1, 2004: sit back, relax and vicariously enjoy the randomness that is me.



I got Nicole Louise Cobb on Feb. 28, 2009 with 14 miles on her. On Nov. 30, 2013, we got here.

We’ve been to Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Delaware, New Jersey, New York.

It’s been a wild ride. Here’s to 100,000 more, hopefully in a longer time frame.


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.

Before the festivities. Note the before.

I love these crazy guys.

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.

I kinda wish a tourist was involved.

Virginia is for Lovers … of fail.

No one was injured seriously.

I told him, “I bought you news; you’re welcome.”

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 love this place for some reason.


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.

Also try the brisket!

Get the Texas Trainwreck. You’ll thank me later.

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.