Congratulations
Nothing can make a guy feel more isolated than being out of town, in a hotel room alone.
I’m down in Camarillo for Joel’s wedding (crazy, huh?), staying a smoking room (gah! it’s all they had left… to my dismay), and chillin’ out. I’m not surprised I’m not in the wedding party; I’m not surprised when Cuz dropped off the face of the Earth, that Joel didn’t ask me to take his place. I’m mostly wondering why I’m here.
I’ve always considered Joel to be a good friend, but we had a major falling out Sophomore year, and I know some people he was much better friends with from then on who didn’t even get invited. Was it that email I sent to him thanking him for challening my (at the time) skewed world view of Cal Poly?
I guess I just feel a bit awkward, not having really seen or hung out with Joel for a long time. Turns out, I miss it. We had a ton of fun last night, playing pool at Nicole’s Parents’ house, drinking beer, and generally being asses. A lot of our old, funny sayings came back.
So, Congratulations to Joel and Nicole! I wish you both all the best on your marriage (which I happened to mispell on your wedding gifts because I’m semi-retarded… sorry), and I hope you both live long and happy lives! Cheers!



