7 something AM

Slept in because #1GF! had the day off. Walked down to get breakfast. Had to sit at a table because the counter was full. Some business sales people were there trying to sell things to each other. Had the early bird special and proudly felt 927 years old. Took a walk on the beach for three or so miles. Started limping by the end because of yesterday’s run. Felt 954 years old. Saw a repairman we saw at breakfast fixing stuff at our complex. Said Hello. Went home.

11:30 AM

Played with my phone more. Put plastic on the screen so it doesn’t get all banged up. Looked up 4 GB memory sticks for it. Set up voice dialing and crap. Shut off voice dialing. Got all my clothes ready for the wedding while #1GF! went to the pool to sit in the sun. Had a ham sandwich.

3:30 PM

Went to Joey’s wedding. Sat behind a guy at the ceremony who was my age and had two inch hairs hanging off of his ears. Wondered if he owned a mirror or had a girlfriend. Assumed he was a scientist of some sort. Ate some kick ass food. Sat at a table with four lawyers, a NY bond trader, an Argentinian, a paralegal and a salesman. Focussed on trying to connect with them rather than writing them off over prejudices over who I thought they were. Entertained them pretty well. Felt important because the table was next to the bride and groom. Did not feel even a little bit bad about not having a job. Got praised by the bond trader for “having the balls to take a big risk”. I always find it interesting when people say this.

8:30 PM

Watched a slide show that was set to music for the bride and groom. I felt like a lump for not having traveled the world or getting a law degree. I was featured three times. In one, I was wearing a “Free Geek” T-shirt,

another was taken from shaving 102,

and the third was from shaving 101.

Felt like a big fat geek, but knew they were accurate and undeniable representations of my personality.

Forgot how brutal weddings can be for unmarried women. Thought that there should be divorce parties so people can see how kick ass it can be to get away from someone miserable. Thought that nine times out of ten the divorce party would be raunchy and sad and gave up on the idea.

12:30 AM

Spent the ride home fighting the sleepiness that continually crossed my eyes. Got home, went to bed.

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