Look, the reason the blog never changes is because the situation hasn't changed, alright? Get over it. 'Cept you, Big Ben - you should definitely keep on my back about it. For those of you who aren't in my immediate circle of friends, Big Ben is this friend of mine, and everytime I talk to someone that has talked to him recently, they say me that "Ben Ben tells me I should be reading your blog." Certainly not something I'm going to argue with.

But I'll only take it from him, since he's by far my biggest fan. Biggest in terms of most avid reader and by virtue of the fact that he towers over me like the Chrysler Building, clocking in at 6 foot 17 inches


So, most of last week was spent in a drunken revel at a friends wedding. Sean and Amy have tied the knot. So congrats to the both of them. The wedding (which went swimmingly well) was held in Delaware, but has very little to do with my apartment, so I won't say that much more about it. Well, actually, maybe one or two things:

First: I was a groomsman for the wedding. Being a groomsman for a wedding is probably the best job available at the event. Not best man, since that carries with it certain responsibilties. But as far as I could tell, being a groomsman meant I had to wear a nice tux, got to sit at an important table with other fascinating people, have everyone smile and say hello to me (even people who I never met), and spend the weekend drinking and have it be part of the job description. Really stinking cool. If you think about the other jobs, they all suck. Bridesmaids have to deal with the dresses (and no bridesmaid in history has liked their dress. It's a girl thing), the grooms parents have to chat with everyone, the brides parents have to pay for everything (and the average cost for a wedding these days is almost as much as it takes to make a moon landing), and the bride and groom have to get married. Groomsman is the only job in the entire thing without any drawbacks whatsoever. Comes up pretty huge.

Second: Sean went to Yale. In the four years that he was at Yale, I visited him a total of zero times (mostly because I'm a bad friend, but partially because I'm a bad person). And so up until this past weekend, I never met any of the Yale-ies he called friend for that period of time. Really nice people, the whole lot of them. And now I'm proud to be able to say that the great-great-grandson of our 27th president, William Howard taft V, accidentally smacked me in the nuts not once, but twice during the course of the night. I couldn't object, though - it was in the most genteel, blue-blooded manner, well fit to the american aristocracy from whence he came.