News around here:
I got the call that I'll be moving to Charleston for my job after I take the bar exam, in August. Sweet, right? I know Greg fell in love with the town. I really love Columbia and will be sad to leave, but hey, how bad can it be? Cat's from there, by the beach, overpriced real estate - what's not to love? And I get to sell my house - and now is just the time!
So the plans are firm: Wedding is May 1, 2010. We have the reception hall, the band, the church (Episcopal), and the caterer. Put it on your calendars. Axford, I'm sorry buddy. I fought hard for the February wedding, but lost that battle. It would have been a great trip to get out of the northeast/midwest during the dead of winter, but for those of you who can make it, May is going to be beautiful. It'll be warm enough to swim, definitely, but not so warm that the horse shit from the cobblestone street carriage rides smells up the whole town. I encourage anyone who can afford it to take an extra day off work to spend a day on the beach or touring the city.
Anthony and I are having a good time while he stationed here in town. Last week we had a regular hootenanny. We took our best girls down to the shooting range, fired off a few boxes full of ammo, made out with our respective best girls and then the guns themselves, then topped it off with some moonshine and raw roadkill for dinner (by which I mean sushi and Old Pat sucking down 1/2 price martinis). But seriously, good times. I figure I'd rather learn from Anthony who's been trained properly than from any other ya-hoo I know around here.
Sorry I can't lend anything to the basketball conversation. In my eighth year of university, the only college basketball game I've seen in those eight years was in Greenville when they hosted the first round of the NCAA tournament and I watched ND lose, as I had become accustomed thanks to our football program.
Alright, fools, keep it hangin' low.
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