Wednesday, I cut out of work around 3:30, with Out Of Office email replies set: "Thank you for your email. I will be out of the office, and unable to answer emails, until Wednesday, June 13th. During that time, I will be upgrading the Operating System on the Brosius Domain Controller from Girlfriend v 4.02 to Wife v 1.0. Thank you for your patience." I wonder how many of my clients got a chuckle out of that?
Wednesday evening, I picked up The Missus and Spawn from the airport. We dropped by the hotel where her parents were staying to say howdy, and then headed to the Stately JB Manor to greet my close friend Brian, who made the drive from Dallas to be my Best Man. Brian and I have a funny history: The crazy psycho-bitch I used to date in Atlanta met him at a conference long after we split, and they got married and moved to AZ. They divorced, and we struck up a friendship when we both worked as flight medics in Phoenix. After my girlfriend at the time and I split up, I moved in with Brian, and we were roommates for a year and a half. He moved to Dallas about the same time I moved to Denver. We have kept in touch, and he's a great pal. Wednesday night, dinner at a local brew pub, then home.
Thursday morning, I picked up Ambulance Driver and his daughter KB from the airport, and got them settled in to my "Guest Room", which looks a LOT like my basement, only with the futon folded out to sleep. KB declined to join us at the gun range (which is a good thing, because she can out-shoot the lot of us, except AD and Missus' father, Phil), so AD, Brian, Phil, my pal Jeremy, and I loaded up the arsenal (Brian's SKS, AK-47, and Ruger .22LR, my Remington 700, my Marlin .22LR, a buddy's Ruger Mini-14, Phil's .270 and 300 WinMag, and an assortment of pistols... Glock 23, Glock 19, Sig Mosquito, some cheap-ass .22LR of Brian's, and AD's Kahr CW-9) and headed to the Camp Fickes Shooting Range (here: http://goo.gl/maps/hVnf ) for a little recoil therapy.
I can't begin to guess the amount of ammunition we burned up, but suffice it to say "A hell of a lot" would be an understatement. Left there, swung by the Bucksnort Saloon for a beverage or two and some dead animal flesh on a bun. Finally made it home and finished up the night with a selection of craft beers and home brews on my patio, telling stories, laughing hard, and enjoying the company.
Friday, Missus and I ran a quick errand to get the marriage license application submitted, then back to the house. Missus, Samantha (a friend of mine from here who performed the ceremony) and Kim (a climbing friend from here, and Jeremy's wife) toddled off to get a mani-pedi and drink Cosmos and generally relax. It was a short time later that I get a text informing me that after her third Cosmo, Kim decided she just HAD to get her nose pierced, and they were headed that way. By that time, we were getting started on the "Rehearsal Dinner", which included burgers, brats, and chicken on the grill, with the usual accouterments of chips, potato salad, cheese and crackers, etc. My folks and my cousin Jeff had arrived, and showed up with beer... always a plus. Once the women folk arrived, it was another evening of good food, good company, and good times.
Saturday: My "evil corporate entity" employer bought me and Missus a couple's massage at a local spa, so we headed there at 0800 for an hour long rub-down. I now understand why that sort of business is lucrative... it did not suck. Once home, I discovered that AD had managed to burn most of the remaining food in his half-ass attempt at cooking breakfast. Missus