Oh my God. When did Douglas Coupland become a balding, grey-bearded old man?. Anyway, he’s coming to Chicago in February to promote his new book, and I will examine this in person. Last time I tried to see him in person, some dudes blew up some buildings in New York. Let’s just hope my premature midlife crisis will be the worst thing to come out of this attempt.
What have I been up do? Not a whole lot. Not blogging, either, though. Sorry to the one reader I have left.
I have all 5 bridesmaids lined up for the wedding, which is somewhat of a relief, as no one else can say “no” now. Other than that, we have made no progress, except for finding a potential officiant. Not that we’ve met her or anything, but we have researched her church (United Church of Christ) online, and we think it is something we can live with, at least for the short term.
Jason and I bought presents for two kids through the “Letters to Santa” program. Before you start to think that I’m less self-involved than I seem from this blog, you should know that I spent more on booze this weekend than I did on this charitable program. Don’t worry, though, I did make myself sick, so I think God has already had his vengeance.