Basking in the glow of it...

So I am kicking back with my reward/treat/celebration for the week. A New Belgium Blue Paddle Pilsener Lager.... and seeing as I haven't had a beer since just after the macro exam... it's sooooooo gooooooood. I just wish I had a Fat Tire to add to the mix, but alas... no. Maybe a second Blue Paddle (gasp!). But new Belgium (as delicious and satisfying as it is) is not good enough for this occasion. No this occasion would call for the finest Irish Whiskey, the most savory Scotch, or perhaps even some champagne. Why?

My charming, beautiful, sweet sister is engaged to a charming, handsome, and caring young man. It's about frikkin time. After watching the sad parade of bozos, wastes-of-space, scum-bags, and even the occasional "poster-boy-for-birth-control" my sister brought home a boy who seemed decent. And then of course my brother and I did everything we could to scare the pobrecito off. Shame on us. We were wrong, blah blah blah, that doesn't matter now. She's engaged to some one who just might actually deserve her... hm... aaaaannnnnnnnd:
MY SISTER'S GETTIN HITHCED!!! YEEEEEEE-HAWWWWW! ... I've been in Texas too long.

Plus I had a great time with my parents, and la ardilla. Friday night we went to dinner at my parents' friends house. Afterwards la ardilla and I went to a party with her friends, ate some cake, danced a little, and enjoyed the evening. This morning my parents and I ate at Kuby's, then met la ardilla to walk to the Katy Trail, which was fun (and also when we first heard the news from my sister's boy,who called to ask dad for permission... awwwww). Then naptime for everyone. Then we met at the hotel and went to a restaurant at Mockingbird Station (swank). Had good food, and watched mom stare intently at the phone until it finally rang with my sister telling us the good news.
And now I'm home. Nursing a beer. Not thinking about my micro test a couple days ago (ugh). Basking in the glow of it...

So... here's to hoping they have a wedding on the cape, in Tulsa, in Dallas, in Washington, in Tahiti, anywhere BUT LAWRENCE. If they decide to go back to KS... fine... I'll go with it. But please... please... no more Lawrence weddings!

Happy dance times... ooh. My beer is almost empty. Time for that second cold one. And then... sleep... probably.
Yes. Definitely a good weekend. Which is good seeing as that Micro test sucked.