After the rehearsal dinner and the rehearsal, Boys Night Out began.
The boys in questions were the Groom, the Groom's Dad, Me -- Best Man -- and Norbert, the Bride's brother, Dave, and Elmer, a friend of the Groom's Dad.
These are not party people.
The wild and crazy evening was spent bowling at the Christian Center in Peoria, Illinois. I'm pretty sure I was the first unrepentant Jew to ever set foot in the place.
During that evening of raucous hijinks I learned a few things:
1. These are not my people.
2. Even when they bowl a strike, Mormon Elder's don't smile. Which is funny, since everyone else seemed to smile entirely too much. Made me worry they were pod people planning to eat my spleen or something.
3. I was not meant to spend time in a place where the soda stand closes at 9:00 p.m.
I kind of wonder what would have happened if I had sat at the back of the lane and knit lace. I'm picturing Christian heads exploding left and right.
The two weddings have gone off with nary a hitch and my Best Man duties discharged to the best of my ability. Frequent meditation on my limitless love for Myfanwe allowed me to suppress every impulse to throw her mother in front of a moving truck. Not that she didn't deserve it. 134 times, if my count is correct. I resisted the urge -- though I still maintain that there is nothing wrong with Myfanwe's mother that a diuretic and a public whipping wouldn't cure.
I'm going to my happy place now.
Norbert, Myfanwe and I are looking forward to getting back home where any insanity is ours and is generally quieter and less drama-driven.
P.S. I've got to find a book of lace patterns -- I'll write more on the circumstances, but I suddenly have enough fine lace-weight merino/cashmere to knit a shawl for the Florida State Athletic Department. I was thinking Arctic Lace. Any suggestions?
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
GOTTA RUN
We are headed out today to my brother-in-law's wedding, at which I will serve as best man and Norbert will serve as Junior Groomsman.
But I couldn't leave town without saying a few things about my first three days at work.
I think I am going to be happy here.
Everyone I have met has been friendly. I've already gotten some interesting new cases. My partner and I share a secretary who is an absolute spitfire and can do almost anything. My new office is big enough for a chair for a visitor, and I have two large walls which are screaming out for real art. (Anyone got any framed Chinese landscapes laying around the attic?)
Oh -- and yesterday was my first Wednesday. The firm provides breakfast. It was positively Bacchanalian. Way too much to choose from. Although I did manage to get intimate with a chocolate muffin!
I'll write more when we are back.
But I couldn't leave town without saying a few things about my first three days at work.
I think I am going to be happy here.
Everyone I have met has been friendly. I've already gotten some interesting new cases. My partner and I share a secretary who is an absolute spitfire and can do almost anything. My new office is big enough for a chair for a visitor, and I have two large walls which are screaming out for real art. (Anyone got any framed Chinese landscapes laying around the attic?)
Oh -- and yesterday was my first Wednesday. The firm provides breakfast. It was positively Bacchanalian. Way too much to choose from. Although I did manage to get intimate with a chocolate muffin!
I'll write more when we are back.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
FROM BONDAGE TO FREEDOM...
...AND BACK AGAIN.
So -- lots and lots to catch up on.
Friday was my last day at my firm. It was sad, but I lived through it and was prepared for 2 weeks "vacation before starting my new job.
We left immediately for Toledo, Ohio where we spent the weekend and the beginning of Passover with dear friends.
On Monday, before the seder, I got a call from the partner for whom I have worked. He had chosen a firm and wanted to know if I would consider following him. An hour later the firm called.
This morning I met with them. And an hour after that I had a firm offer. A better offer. A much larger firm. Better money, fewer hours, and much more flexibility. And I get to work for the guy I've been working for, which is the major plus. I accepted.
I tried three times to call the partner at the other firm and got her voice mail. I will leave a message tomorrow for her to call me. I feel like a pusbag for bailing on them, but I need to think about what is the right decision for my family, and there is no doubt in my mind that I made the right one.
As for knitting, I haven't gotten too far. Kwiky taught me the crocheted provisional cast on, which worked well, but every time I knit the first row of the pattern I come up with the wrong number of stitches at the end. I'm going to make a lace book and see if that helps.
My angst is nearly over -- now I just have to start the new job and dazzle them. The dazzling should be the easy part.
Thanks again to everyone who offered such kind and encouraging words. I am very lucky.
So -- lots and lots to catch up on.
Friday was my last day at my firm. It was sad, but I lived through it and was prepared for 2 weeks "vacation before starting my new job.
We left immediately for Toledo, Ohio where we spent the weekend and the beginning of Passover with dear friends.
On Monday, before the seder, I got a call from the partner for whom I have worked. He had chosen a firm and wanted to know if I would consider following him. An hour later the firm called.
This morning I met with them. And an hour after that I had a firm offer. A better offer. A much larger firm. Better money, fewer hours, and much more flexibility. And I get to work for the guy I've been working for, which is the major plus. I accepted.
I tried three times to call the partner at the other firm and got her voice mail. I will leave a message tomorrow for her to call me. I feel like a pusbag for bailing on them, but I need to think about what is the right decision for my family, and there is no doubt in my mind that I made the right one.
As for knitting, I haven't gotten too far. Kwiky taught me the crocheted provisional cast on, which worked well, but every time I knit the first row of the pattern I come up with the wrong number of stitches at the end. I'm going to make a lace book and see if that helps.
My angst is nearly over -- now I just have to start the new job and dazzle them. The dazzling should be the easy part.
Thanks again to everyone who offered such kind and encouraging words. I am very lucky.
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