One more wedding. And saving the best for last, of course 😎
Liz and I have had a lot of weddings over the past 12 months. Eight of them, I think? We’re at that age, I suppose. This the last one, at least that we know of/is scheduled at this point.
Mike and Julianne. I know they’ve been looking forward to this for quite a long time. Can’t wait to be there with them.
I’m all packed up. Liz is almost packed. We’re once again headed up to Portland, which has swiftly become our other family base of operations. Apparently, it’s cold and wet up there. The opposite of what it is down here.
Looking forward to it.
I was tiiiired today…but I got a metric shit-ton of work done. Both for the job, AND for my own catch up. I’m now completely caught up with all the Film School editing. Even the episode we recorded last night. That was my goal, to catch up and get back into the rhythm I had earlier this year (before all of the travel, tbh) of just editing one episode each weekend. But now I can do that and it’s done and ready to go three weeks in advance.
Came home, walked the pups, and then watched the A’s nearly start to collapse right at the finish line of the season. The Angels were THIS CLOSE to beating us tonight. We couldn’t, for the life of us, hit with runners in scoring position. Until the 9th inning. Matt Chapman blasts a go-ahead two-run homer to dead center. Absolutely cruuuuushed it. A’s win.
He’s a big-time player, Chappy. He has that special mentality and ability where he steps up when the spotlight shines the brightest. He gets better when the pressure is on and the situation is the most dire.
That’s special. That kind of player gets a team championships.
Well…he came through tonight, at least. It wasn’t mathematically a must-win game…but emotionally it was. I hope this team goes past the wild card this year. That’s my only goal. Just win that one fucking game. Let these boys get some real playoff series experience.
Such an exciting, young team.
Night.