Jake: You know, if we go somewhere in town I'd like to get my good clothes on.
Ryan: Jake, you are so ugly that it wouldn't matter what you wear.
Jake: At least people love me and I am worth something, unlike you, who is worthless and the sort of person that people hope to go into a bathroom and find hanging from a belt.
Ryan: I've said it before and I will say it again: you make the rest of humanity look pre-fall.
it probably didn't beat out Jess and John's for Best. Wedding. E-var. but it was top-five easily. And I've been to lots of weddings and in a few. the huge amounts of protracted, gleeful yet calm happiness in both Isaac and April was ridiculous.
and the camping bit allowed 1) a trip through the hard, throbbing metropolis of Chimacum, 2) actual time spent with groom and bride beyond five-minute "heywhereareyougoingforyourhoneymoonyoulooksoHAPPy" sorts of conversations.
3) opportunity for me to forget to bring a sleeping bag or blanket and get about two hours of sleep (in increments) on a blow up mattress in a drafty tent. oh man. 4) jake-vanquishing via rocks and clapping.
we had more fun.
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April actually had to ask pastor Pete to move it along. Ha.
sunburns hurt. beaches are pretty cool sometimes.
so goes the paradox of modern man.
as observed by Gusta, there were a lot of pretty girls there, but as I assumed would be the case, they generally speaking were all married or on a 6 month-2 year plan to be so, with a specific subject.
this is fine; I'm getting confirmed more and more that church-related events are terrible places to meet women, since even a majority of the single ones will just want to know if I'm going to make a really good husband
speaking of terrible places to meet women, Monday I'll be up at Poetry Night for Kate and Elissa's feature.