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Once I realized that the viaduct was going to make it to 10 years, I wondered what the 10th anniversary entry would say.

It’s within 20 days now and I have no clue.

I don’t even have a corner of a clue.

Sure, at this point, the anniversary is roughly the midpoint between now and the wedding. But it’s not the day of the wedding. We’ll be frantically wrapping up little details. I’ll probably be angry and stressed and nervous and angry and excited and happy. Yes, I’m aware that angry is in there twice.

I guess what I’m saying here is that you shouldn’t get your hopes up June 1.

For the past couple years, something awesome has happened that has been an appropriate anniversary post. Who knows, perhaps I’ll be utterly inspired that Sunday. Maybe I’ll wax poetic yet again about sitting on that threadbare blue couch in the living room of 210 Deep Creek Road.

All I can say now is that I am kicking off the 10th year pretty big with this whole wedding thing. Now, if I can wrap of the 10th year with a contract for Brown River Blues, I’ll be willing to overlook the potentially piss-poor physical anniversary entry.