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Wifey and I just got back from a week in California. We had a four day reunion of five couples who had come together to attend a wedding. It was ten exhausting hours from Portland to the Bay Area and then another seven hours down to Long Beach, where we ate, drank, smoked, slept, hot tubbed, played pool, and listened to loud music for four days straight. Then seven long hours back to the Bay Area where we collapsed for a day. That was followed by another mind and body numbing ten hour drive North and home.

Thank fucking god we beat the nasty storms by a day. Last year we'd gotten in a snow storm in the mountains and had to get chains and fight our way through the white out conditions just to get across the Oregon border. This time it was spotty rain and spotty fog and, even, some spotty sunshine.

After 34 hours of driving back and forth, I was a mess. I feel like I've been beaten with baseball bats and then run over by a very large Zamboni. Damn, it is good to be home again.

Still, great wedding. Lots to eat and drink and the groom wore a fur hat with feathers stuck in it. I got to try Chopin Vodka for the first time. Yummy.

I wore a suit -- no tie -- and my pair of black Chucks to the reception. Chic and yet comfortable -- unlike most of the women in stillettos. Wifey wore a tux and her Demonia patent platform boots -- which means nobody ever noticed my footwear. They went well with her purple hair.