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Current mood:  chipper
Well, having had quite enough of L.A. for a while, the lady and I decided to have a hasty wedding at the Van Nuys courthouse and get the hell outta Dodge. So we got married by a groovy Armenian judge, had an awesome party courtesy of our awesome L.A. friends, and were all set to go when, with extreme and aggressive inevitability, the car refused to start.
Several hundred dollars worth of repair work and several days later, we were on the road. It was a long, silly trip.
On the way through the desert to Vegas, I yawned my voice away. I don't really understand it. I yawned, and then my vocal chords didn't work. It took them about five days to recover. I am still perplexed.
Vegas was its usual ridiculous self. At Rachel's insistence, we collected a big stack of those little prostitute business cards that guys on the sidewalk keep snapping at you (honestly, it was her idea!), and now we're trying to figure out what to do with them.
The Hoover Dam is a big damn dam.
The Grand Canyon is a big damn hole in the ground, and I regret that we didn't have more time to appreciate its pure stupefying bigassness.
Roswell is a funky little town. We met no aliens (that we could readily identify).
Texas is still big. We spent a few days recovering from the previous few days, and hanging out with my family and Rachel's awesome friend Amanda, and the blew through the last thousand miles of the trip with only a few hours' sleep in the car in a Wal-Mart parking lot and on the ground in a park.
The tiny Tiki Travel Gods served their purpose well. There was no further car trouble, no accidents, no cataclysmic sandstorms or floods. Now we're back home, sharing a bedroom in my parents' house with two cats (our old friend Prysm, AKA Heins the Baron Krauss von Elpie, the softest thing in the known universe, and our new friend Ember, a tiny ginger found in the engine of my dad's truck). It's already rained heavily to welcome us, and we are glad.
We're searching for work. If anyone knows of any jobs available in Tallahassee, by all means let me know. Just about anything will do, at least for now. Thanks everyone for the well-wishings. Florida friends, drop us a line. We want to see you all soon.
This is all true, John
P.S. - Regarding the wedding -- don't feel bad if you didn't hear about this in advance. It was a last-minute decision to get all the legal BS of marriage that means very little to us out of the way ASAP. Especially with Florida's Proposition 2 passing, this was looking like a bad state in which to be unmarried, so we just did it quick. There will still, as originally planned, be a more ceremonial, dance-partyish wedding next October here in Florida, with invitations and advance notice and cupcakes and pumpkins. It just won't technically be a legal wedding. It will still rock.
11:21 PM
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