So, unless you've been on Neptune, you realize that the Jonneke wedding was yesterday, and I have not yet posted any comments on any of the proceedings: The Bachelor Party Thursday night, the rehearsal/dinner Friday night, and the Ceremony/reception Saturday. And, for the most part, those comments will be incredibly brief -- relative to the weight of these events.

I had figured, correctly, back in December that this would be, for the most part, a truly epic occasion... i.e. this would be a full-on, knock-down, drag out wedding "pageant," as it were. This isn't to be confused with overly elaborate or expensive, as the proceedings were done on a strict budget, thereby keeping it from becoming the ostentatious show so many big-budget weddings degrade into.

I also expected to be in a state of "orbit" around the bride and groom for a few days, particularly Jon, as I figured my role as a groomsman essentially called for this, if nothing else. That and pose for pictures, and stand like a stiff in a monkey suit for a few minutes... BUT, most importantly, party like a Rock Star the rest of the time. Please excuse me while I pat myself on the back over accomplishing That goal.

So, starting from about noon on Thursday, when Rich and I decided even Rock Star partyers needed clean accomodations and dove into a fevered bit of cleaning in anticipation of the Bachelor Party at the House set to start in a few hours (and kudos to Rich, the kitchen never looked better) I indeed did "orbit" until about 11:05 pm Saturday, at which point a spent groomsman, drunk off of self-satisfaction and my own potent brew, realized the partying had been done, the mission was over, and was overcome with a bizarre catharsis.

You see, this shindig had been building for about 9 months, and I was too often too near the front lines of it for too long, and it had begun to Wear on me, just a bit. To say I was glad it was over is hardly an accurate statement, either. Remember Christmas morning as a kid, when you had finally finished tearing open all those presents? Didn't you feel a little bit... empty?

The details of the events, as from my perspective, are best left for another time. I wouldn't know where to start, where to end, or what to put in between. So I'm not even going to try.

So, anyway, the Spent Groomsman was caravanned home, largely ignored a small, impromptu post-func at his house while he uploaded 180+pictures, and then tried to settle in for some shut-eye before he got up (early) for the Seafair General Motors Cup unlimited hydroplane races on Sunday.

but more on that later...