Atomictumor

As we’ve mentioned several times before, AT and I are celebrating our 10th year of marriage, with our official anniversary coming up on October 14th. Family and friends have been asking what we’re going to do for the momentous occasion and, frankly, we’ve had no idea.
That is, until we headed down to the blueberry farm on Saturday morning. It was a sunny, wonderful, traffic-free moment when AT suggested we renew our vows. Why the hell not, I thought. We didn’t have a proper wedding the first time around.
A simple idea has gotten a bit more out of control than we thought it would, having to think about dresses, invitations, food, vows, music, location, etc etc etc. Ugh.
To make things at least a little bit easier, we’ve decided to have the shindig at the blueberry farm. There’s a nice, big tree out front that would be a great back-drop, not to mention plenty of space for everyone to sprawl out on in lathargic food- and beer-induced comas.
Pay attention now, folks cuz this is your blanket invitation to come. Just let us know beforehand so we have enough burgers, steak and dogs for y’all.

The Line-Up

Bos - Officiant/peace-keeper
Eaves - Matron of Honor
jdub - Maid of Honor
superT - Bridesmaid (unconfirmed)
Pigpen - Best Boy?
MastaG - Best Boy
nodbob - Best Man
dustbunny - Groomsman
mojofilter - Groomsman (unconfirmed)
After searching on the intarweb, I’ve found that’s it’s apparently bad form to have a wedding party at a renewal ceremony, but tradition be damned!  We’re not traditional types anyway.  Putting a registry on an invitation = bad, too.  I’m still turning that one over.
If anyone has any good sites with wedding info or cheap stuff to buy, lemme know.  Also information gathered from experience is welcome.  I’ve only been to a handful of weddings, so I’ve got little to build on.

One of the top news stories on CNN at this dark hour this morning:

People who took an illegal drug made from mushrooms reported profound mystical experiences

Really?

What I found even funnier, is that some of the volunteers reported having bad trips (although the story didn’t call it by this name), reporting that it was comparable to “the birth of a child, or the death of a parent”.

Small wonder, given that the test consisted of getting 36 volunteers, with a median age of 46, and either giving them a shroom or a placebo consisting of Ritalin (?), and then sitting them down on a couch for eight hours to listen to classical music while wearing an eyemask.

Thats right, kids. What Charles Schuster, a professor of psychiatry and behavioral neuroscience at Wayne State University in Detroit, Michigan, and a former director of the National Institute on Drug Abuse have learned is that sitting for 8 hours blindfolded and listening to Chopin even sucks when you’re tripping.

In other drug related news, the scourge of Salvia Divinorum has been halted in Tennessee just in time for the news of the scourge being halting to alert all the teenagers to the fact that, yes, Salvia D can get you high.  Good job, Tennessee lawmakers.  You’ve successfully outlawed consumption of an otherwise available landscaping plant that nobody was aware of anyway.

Actually, I did try this stuff once in my experimental days (it was legal, c’mon!), and it consisted of me burning my eye while trying to light my friends honey bear bong with a bic.

Way to harsh the buzz, dude.

On Sunday we headed to friends’ house so AT could tinker on their computer and we could have a lovely meal.
The lovely meal was accompanied by lovely home-made wine. Quite a lot of it, actually. Wine was followed by more friends showing up, which was followed by champagne, followed by Scotch, followed by beer.
Followed by room spinning, followed by vomiting. Up until that point, I had a ton of fun.
GAC’s alcohol poisoning equation:

3w+2c+1(finger)s+1b=vomit

I think I might have that tattooed on me so that this never, ever, ever happens again. I don’t know if it was the over-all quantity of alcohol, or the mixture. I’m sure others at the get-together wagered over that while I was locked in the bathroom.
We spent the night (obviously) and when I woke at 6:30 needing to vomit yet again, I got AT to take me home. Where I just happened to have some phenegran. In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have taken it. I should have stayed sober(ish) so that I could rid my body of the toxins, but the idea of a puke-free slumber was too much. I slept soundly until 12:30, threw up some more, watched Magnum P.I., munched a couple crackers, had some water and began to feel a lot better.
As is the way with drunken conversations, touchy-feely things were said and oaths were made. Though I’m not sure if oral agreements are legal and binding when both parties are in their cups. I’ll do some research and get back to you on that..