O H I O

This is my post about Ohio, the state that blew the election, the state that isn't quite Midwestern and definitely not Eastern, the state where I spent all of last weekend. Rachelle and I drove across endless Pennsylvania on Thursday night so that we could have plenty of time to get ready for a wedding on Friday. I don't know why they had their special day on a Friday, but it was a blast. The ceremony was held outside just beside a pristine lake, a string quartet played my favorite Bach song, Jesu, Joy of Man's Desire, and the weather was perfect. About 20 yards past the gazebo, two people were in a boat fishing. We all thought, "for sure they will move when the wedding starts", but no, they stayed right where they were. Just as the bride began her ascent up the aisle, those two morons caught a pretty big fish and start waving their lines in the air trying to get the fish off the hook. It was one of those moments that makes you wonder how some people haven't killed themselves with indoor ovens or metal in microwaves or little plastic lighters.

The reception was right next to the lake also, and was indeed a great time. I drank around a dozen Baccardi and Cokes, Rachelle was beautiful, and I danced the drunk fool's dance. When the party was over we went out in Kent, Ohio...kind of a crap hole to be honest.

The rest of the weekend was just as good, ate some tasty steaks and drank some tasty beers. Ohio, you truly out did yourself this time, nicely done.