But as I've said before, this blog is not just a part of my ubiquitous self-promotional engine - it's also where I put the thoughts that I want the world to know I had, if/when I get hit by a bus.
So here's a notion for the ages: watching superheroes get married is super fun.
More specifically: my sister's wedding was super fun.
|By which I mean: these people are super fun.|
(as Josh Lemmon's mad camera skills can attest.)
|I was "The Dewey Decimator", if you were wondering.|
(Meanwhile, Ariana Zhang is and continues to be "The Phenomenal Photographer".)
|P.S. we're awesome|
(and so is Laurel Houston)
So I think part of the reason why being with the entire Thompson Army feels so good – aside from the fact that they are just fun people to be with – is that, like... you know, when you're in your daily routine, it's easy to obsess about individual people and events - to think about what-all might go wrong today, tomorrow, and next year. (Believe me: you have time to think about these things when you're huddled up with your sister and two enormous dogs in the downstairs bathroom while a tornado blows through.)
|Here is one such dog, waiting with white cuffs and collar for his close-up.|
|So were my first efforts at fondant-conjuration. Disaster averted!|
|Dave the Minion was hanging out with the other lion, I think.|
|Or whether you cloned them to create a chaos-horde of giggling, sentient Twinkies.|
TL;DR: I'm an anxious pile of wet kleenex, but I know some terrific people, and they make me a special kind of happy. Thanks for a great time, y'all. And good job, A² - WAY TO WED.
By executing this contract, the aforementioned parties affirm their commitment to love and to honor, to have and to hold, to sit and to stay, for richer and for even richer, in sickness and in health, for as long as they both shall live.