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On the other hand, MDET sent out the claims form immediately after we spoke on Thursday, and I got it Saturday. Too bad I have to wait another week before I can mail it back.
Thinking about a week from now invites pleasant speculation about the outcome from Tuesday's interview. Boy... I hope that the five hours they've scheduled for me will be spent showing me stuff and talking casually, and not grilling me about my technical knowledge. I have never had an interview like that, but I've heard stories.
Melissa seemed confused that I arrived home relatively early on the day of the wedding. I did bolt pretty early, maybe a little too early to be 100 percent politic, but the reception didn't interest me. Lots of old people I don't know, doop dee doo. I did pose for my share of photographs, and assisted in getting other people to smile for theirs. I was usher during the ceremony, escorting first my/Peter's parents and then Janice's mom to the altar, and then to their seats. The mothers each lit a candle on one side, which Peter and Janice later took up to light a larger candle in between them. Awwww. Treacly as hell, but it made the ceremony far more meaningful that I had led myself to expect. Pretty good.
One interesting person I met was Thomas, the 10-year-old son of the best man, visiting from Houston. He had a lot of 10-year-old behavioral attributes that his parents worked to keep in check, but he's into interesting games. He taught me Yahtzee at dinner, and then we played chess. With this especially I found myself impressed at his manner, recognizing and complimenting good moves and (as it happened) losing gracefully and then having a conversation about the strategies we used and how to improve them. Maybe his behavior wasn't so unique, but I know that I used to throw fits when I lost games, at his age.
Anyway, this makes two larval humans I've met this month who seem to be on the road to becoming interesting and intelligent adults. I'll stop worrying about that now, if I ever was.
Peter's representatives were just his two brothers, his parents, our happy hippy Aunt Jan, and the best man's three-person unit. Janice's whole giant-sized family showed up though, and they added lots of positive energy, even if it did mostly manifest itself it taking lots of photographs (including the bride's march to the altar, which prompted the minister to remind the audience to refrain from flash photography during the performance. Oops).
The organist was terrible. Here, sit me down, I can crank out a better Pachelbel than that, I bet. Criminy. I winced many times.
Peter has gotten incredibly fat, in a highly specific way, appearing as I last saw him but now hosting a belly of I-et-a-baby proportions. This I don't understand; word had it that Janice got him off his daily diet of a bag of Doritos and a six of Miller and four hours of TV. What insidious thing has this been supplanted with? I have no idea. M sez: maybe he had, over the decades, calibrated his metabolism to accept his loafer lifestyle, and anything else becomes terrible malnourishment? Maybe.
He's also developed the strange waddle that I have noted among underachieving Maine citizens, which you can try at home by rolling your shoulders back and keeping your arms hanging motionless as you walk. Now look around while squinting and seeming bemused at everything. There you go. Why does Peter do this? Maybe he's been picking it up over the last several years and I didn't notice. Oh well.
Janice wore a cranberry-red dress. It actually looked pretty good, but my parents were dreading the mass reaction to it, sure that it would elicit horrified gasps upon her appearance, and she'd flip out and faint or something, and then the church would be stuck by lightning and fall over. None of these happened.
Yeah, it all went pretty well.