Well, and to be fair, I know where I was from July 8th-18th: Iceland and Paris. Bam! Yeah sure, I'll tell you all about it, though of course most likely in an out-of-sequence order and in complete ramble form. You know how I roll.
Before I get started, please take note of what I am working with computer-wise:
Yes, the giant, growing red slash is really great for the eyes. Nope. I have an old computer from my dad that I tried to restart, but it is also feeling "critical". C'est la vie.
Anyway, back to my out-of-sequence events!
So, I went to Iceland for my pal Cassie's wedding to her dude Phil.
This is Cassie and Phil on our honeymoon (stories to come) in Paris:
So much joy as you can see! Now they wouldn't have gotten to this point of marital flight if they didn't have a dude to marry them. Please see photo below:
The ceremony was tres beautiful and I'll go into details regarding it at a later point. But first, to the basics. The priest, Petur, was a cool dude. When Phil would get misty as he is quite aware that he warmed Cassie's self-described "cold heart," and that they are sealing the deal, Petur would tell him to relax and to let loose. None of that misty business allowed!
These are Petur's pants:
Please excuse the poor quality of the photo. I was trying to be sly in capturing the purpley leopard pantaloons. Since I had the great responsibility of signing as witness (or something...what exactly did I sign??!!), Petur and I ended up chatting. There was lots of handshaking and for some reason he was thanking me, even though I did diddly squat. Petur then insisted on exchanging phone numbers. Evidently he is not on the Facebook. Ten minutes of him trying to call me as I stood there and him typing me messages in front of me went down. He then offered to have me stay at his apartment when I was back in Reykjavik the following two nights. Nice dude, that Petur.
The next day I was greeted with a few paragraphs of texts from the fashionable priest man. Highlights include: "U like 2 stay at my little apartment so u save some for the wool with pattern ;)" and "And then you could host me in the U$A??" I ended up passing up on his offer; crashed illegally on a hotel couch one night and hung out with a ghost hunter and listened to a dude talk about how we are all "one" the next (more to come on these).
For now, I will leave by saying that I am not sure that I am ready to be back from my great adventures. However, I am happy to be able to listen to "The Gentle Touch" on WBRU, and to pet my cat, duh. "The Gentle Touch" is pulling out all the jams! Raspberry! Blackberry! So much hairbrush belting is going down right now...
Anyway, more to come. Stay classy, people!
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