Travel Recap and, Of Course, The Bachelor

Just got back from travels to Mill Valley and Santa Cruz last night. Mill Valley is a picturesque town where my sister got married. Every store there sells wine, sweaters for dogs, or wine and sweaters for dogs. My sister planned everything right down to the last detail, except for the part where the crazy minister at the church they picked brought out a SACK OF PROPS and proceeded to do his tight five in the middle of their wedding ceremony for NO REASON. I guess that's what we'll all wind up remembering about the wedding -- the crazy fucking minister and his paper grocery sack full of gags.

On the way home we drove through Santa Cruz to visit my old college pal Caroline, who is now a fancy doctor of geology there, and spends her days making sweet love to a mass spectrometer and being all smart and shit. It just so happened that we drove through on national pot-smoking holiday 4-20. We wandered downtown looking for weird hippies celebrating, and found the smallest, saddest little celebration of like a few hundred people standing in a circle staring at three stiltwalkers dancing around listlessy as some guy rapped. Apparently the real celebration was on campus, but we decided that really a celebration where ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS HAPPENING is the perfect 4-20 event.

Also, did anyone watch The Bachelor last night? Did anyone see Shayne's mom's face? This is the only appropriate comparison, right?



Janice from The Muppets