Back On The Prairie..hiding my excitement on this one.

Well the wedding came and went.

And I behaved myself. My brother? He got a little wild on the dancefloor. But he behaved himself also.

I didn't throw milk in my grandfathers face. I realized..the dude is 75. If i'm going to pitch ice cold milk in someones face they have to be at least under 50 and able to do something about it.

As for the family gathering. I like my sisters husbands family. And they all seemed to like us. So blah blah blah it all went well. Damn, I wanted a crazy blog story about it.

I did play a little anti-social. Choosing to stay off the dancefloor and get to know my cousin a little better on the outside patio. The thing about being sober is that if you don't get started soon enough the appeal is lost. And I mean this by the fact that I had puked my guts out the night before (unbeknowst to my family) and was "taking it easy". Later on during the night I was feeling better, but everyone around me was slammed. I found myself receding into this "uhhh no thanks" attitude towards all the shots. I did do a couple burt renoylds. Sorry burt..don't know how to spell your name.

I'm back in my humid as fuck apartment digesting the past few days. And perhaps I should be glad that the events were rather unremarkable. They did not turn out to be the chaotic affair I had conjured up in my head. I took the time to reflect on my life and do lots of reading/blogging. .

My friend is surviving his break up by immediately turning to another girl. I find the move rather..umm..unecessary. I feel like breakups are this great opportunity for self-growth. But that point has been missed by him. And he doesn't really seem to be grasping the reality of the situation.

"I don't get why she won't come to the frisknock tournmanet at nicks?"

Well let me help you out on that.

......But do I really have to?

But as my mother so eloquently put it:

"Devon, some people have moved on from a relationship emotionally long before they end things physically"

Jeez.

It's funny how we seem to be so eager to fuck with other people for the sake of saving our own ass. Kind of makes me a little nervous joining others on an airplane. As some lady lunges for her Gucci bag instead of pulling me from the wreckage...

I'm exhausted. This blog sucks I know.

I'll put forth a better effort in the future.

-dev

Oh yeah, I did clean up a bit.

and for the sake of randomness: