surviving and ‘urting
Bret and Kim, sitting in a tree, _____I-N-G
So I successfully survived the Williamson – Cheswick Wedding.
I was a little nervous for the whole event and have been training specifically for this the past month-ish. This is the first wedding I have been to of a peer. Having been Bret’s team mate in 2001, couch surfing chez him and Kubas for more than a few months in the interim years I knew him and ‘Aunt’ Kim really well. Having him tell me about this ‘new girl he’d met, and was going out with…’ Yeah well I could feel my eyes wanting to cry during the service a few times.
Well it really meant a lot to me to be able to be there for there wedding. It helped that they had a great venue, weather, organization, and most of all it featured a Splendid Bride & groom 
And outstanding Guests
As much as I have good times perpetually traveling and am always looking forward to the next leg of the journey, and staying with a new and old friends, it gets lonely some times. We all know that no relationship is all butterflies and sugar lumps, but
With this cast all the assembled characters, it was inevitable that there would be a few incidents…
Friday while the VIPs were rehearsing, I was off buying pants, getting hairs cut (the sa-lon knew neither ‘faux hawk, nor David Beckham!), and borrowing a shirt and tie from the grooms closet. This resulted in me arriving later, and sober at the ensuing carnival, and became DD for the ‘short’ road trip.
The first warning was when reverse was engaged in the VW sedan, it edged forward. After 30 minutes of driving in 3rd or 4th gears we looked back to see the blue’s.
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over
Nat: I forgot to signal my lane change back there?
O: NOT even close, your car (not the subie, it’s a champ) has no tail lights. Can I have your license and registration?
N: Umm. Yeah.
So everything checked out and we drove home with one foot half pressing down the brake, keeping the red things lit up.
It is safe to say that of the top 10 craziest nights; at least half of them have come about with the Killington crowd. They’re good people, and generally good safe, and LOTS of fun happens. Though never-never-land is a myth, and you can see crap sneaking under the door, like the cold of winter. And it’s not the kind of crap that a party crazier than any other can solve; it’s the real world kinda crap, the shitty kind. But you know what, there’s a tight posse up there, and that keeps you from falling too far.
It also seems like I have been confronted with all stages of marriage in the past week, as my younger Bro has just become engaged to his girlfriend of 5 years, Kelly Skinner (possibly the first time I’ve not miss-spelled her name). Good job Toad.
Urting, URrrrTing
So I won the bike leg of the Great Josh Billings last weekend. It’s pretty cool because 400 people all start together, but after Hackler and I pushed the pace on the climb starting in the first mile there were just 30 left. And dropping 370 people is always FUN. The race is a little tactical, because it’s a relay, and there are canoe and running legs following the 27 mile bike
Newspaper Article and results
A friend’s team was missing a paddler, so at the 11th hour I phoned up George, and 15 minutes after winning the bike leg, I was in a $2000 Kevlar canoe, holding a carbon paddle, flailing around the 5 mile canoe portion of the race. It’s been many many years since either of us had canoed, but that didn’t stop us from loosing around 60 positions, and nearly capsizing.
Yesterday it made sense to head to the gym and try running 10 km as fast as possible, and then hitting out on my first weight workout since 2001. The not-so surprising result… I am very ‘Urting.
Relationships 101:
This is word for word what the birdie told me Young Boy, never tell your spouse/ partner that you don’t care about her hobbies or things that she really cares about.
Wingman Chart
Kubas: * *
Paul K: *
‘Aunt’ Kim: *
AB: Negative 5
By Popular Demand
I have been receiving criticism from my last diary entry for not giving Dr. Deb a shout out. She is a Mogul of the
underground T-Shirt industry. I told her of all my brilliant shirt designs (as I’m sure everyone bores her with) and she humored me by listening. I also won the bet (very safe) that by the end of the night many of the groomsmen/ friends would be naked. LOL.
Peace Yo,
faatnaat at hotmail.com
