venice beach bums (or bumps?)

Summer has come and gone. At least that's what the weather tells me. Hot and sticky days like this one are nothing more than a memory now. More importantly, Colonel Mustard's bump makes its debut on the blog (the bump is not that far from falling out).

Over the summer, Emmelle and I attended our dear friends', Paul + Jessica's, wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony, and a (short) but fun-filled afternoon/evening celebration. Why short? Because I was completely and utterly obliterated from accelerated drinking. We (I) treated as if it were some sort of race. To Emmelle's dismay and boredom, I missed a good chunk of the celebration (and even hazily endured the parts I was awake).

But why do I bring this up? I generally don't find tales of drunken stupor all that interesting. However, I just watched their wedding video and grabbed a screenshot of the only footage that we are included. It's actually the only proof that I was even in attendance. Interestingly (for me), this is specifically the last memory I have of the night. Everything else goes completely dark - and I'm grateful to have a screen capture that will help me keep this memory alive.

And ultimately, it's a terrible shame considering the handsome ensemble I had put together for the event - blue (not navy) Hugo Boss suit, Elie Tahari shirt, grey and woven Theory tie. I've also been going sans belt with my suits lately. It's working. Delicious. That's really the most important part.

Oh yeah - Emmelle wore something wonderful as well.

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because i'm batman

This is really terrific. (I am a lazy, uninspired blogger at the moment).