Kind of a non-post, really...

Let's just say that there is a small chance I deserve to be dead because of the events of this weekend.

If not dead, then at least in some kind of detox facility.

I'm really glad more people I know don't get married on consecutive weekends, or anything. In fact, I'm kind of worried at how little time I have before Jason and Sonia tie the knot.

How you say? It's not for another month? Well, I don't exactly have time to fully recover... in fact, I spent most of today catching up on the fact that I was a useless sack of shit for the duration of my (admittedly abbreviated) time at work on Monday. People even commented to me today about how awful I looked yesterday. Good times!

Well, I've got this weekend, which might go either way, seeing as I have no band practice.... but you can easily figure out how that could lead to me getting myself into something stupid. The weekend after that, I go to see Shakira, then I'll be in California for a week (Thursday to Thursday surrounding the Labour Day weekend), returning the day before Neil's cottage party, and then the following weekend is Jay and Sonia's wedding.

So you see how this is slowly spiralling out of control?

For those of you following along the progression of weekends there, you might note that Jay and Sonia are getting married on a weekend that is traditionally quite a disaster unto itself. I do have a plan... but we'll just leave this as a tease until I get some more details sorted. Let's just say that shorter lines and less security (read: less chance of me making a public incident) aren't exactly bad reasons to make alternate plans.

PS: If you aren't up on your first ladies, that's Betty Ford. And if you don't get the reference, well... fuck it. I'm not explaining it to you. No, not even you, Maira. Ask someone else why it's appropriate.