Oiseau d'Avril

So the wedding of holyoutlaw and juliebata was brilliant, and the sky turned clear blue right before the outdoor ceremony. The chorus of kazoos was awesome, in a fairly bloody-minded, libertarian kind of way. The Reverend Earthquake McGoon presided over compact, poetic, realistic vows. Afterwards, I had a needed talk with a longtime friend I've drifted away from. The past is still there and alive, even as we grow older and change. The Hakka duck at Doong Kong Lau after that was so so, but the spicy eggplant was out of this frickin' world. As dirtylibrarian drove the bride and groom and myself to the restaurant, the windows steamed up, and she cried, "They're having their honeymoon in my backseat!" Then it was on to Vanguard, where I spoke of pussies and beavers with the zoological crowd and bought a purple heartwood pipe hand-crafted by a native fan.

It was a complicated day, but in a good way. A milestone day, and a day of high feeling. And today, after journeying to farthest Redmond to pick up an eBay-purchased bike rack for my brother, I ate Mongolian chicken at the Fremont Sunday Market and then went to the Big Time, where I ran into Wolfgang and had the most amazing wide-ranging conversation about krill populations, UN-funded research, rogue waves, and the taste of seal. I'm resting now.