A minor

Tonight we had a bachelor party for my longtime friend, Remy Wilkins (son of Steve). It was great in every way - a great, hilarious song from Guido & Paul; a great Top 10 List from Gibbs; a great, brief time of prayer and psalm singing; and one great beer too many for me. Not really...I just woke up from dehydration at 4am, realizing that the pesky flies in my dream were just that - a buzzing dream. Combined with the fact that I've been sick this week, that's all it took to mess with my already dysfunctional sleeping patterns. Hence the absurdly early Saturday morning blogging. But, hey, Remy's worth it (or I'm stupid, or both).

As I said, he's a longtime friend. In fact, just tonight, we were reminiscing about a camping trip we took to Arkansas when we were probably 13 years old. Although I seldom see Remy in Moscow, it's been comforting just knowing he's around. I intended to ask him to be Ethan's godfather, but I forgot, and still haven't gotten around to it. I really need to do that, although I guess since we're Protestants and Ethan has already been baptized, there's no rush (sayeth the ever procrastinator).

Anyway, he's about to marry Bethany, a wonderful lady. She's a native Idahoan (I think), a Logos and University of Idaho alum who's lived and studied abroad in Guatemala, is fluent in Spanish, and whose parents are Seventh-day Adventists. Some of us still find it incredible that a queer poet like Remy has been blessed with such a woman!

Their move to Monroe in the summer will be a bittersweet thing for me - bitter in that they won't be here; sweet in that they'll be in Monroe, the one other place in this world that I'm always bound to (at the least) visit regularly. But, who knows, maybe we'll be moving in the summer, too.

To Remy & Bethany, head slightly aching, I lift up me glass of water (and take a drink with old Rosin the Beau)!