March 09, 2004
dasvidania
Tennessee and back again....
This weekend, I was able to attend the wedding of my friends Anne and Vitaliy. Anne used to be my supervisor when we were scriptwriters for HomeSat. She was the source of a lot of fun memories. For an English lit supplemental video series, we were having trouble casting this one role for an eccentric aspiring authoress ("ALice ALison APpleby"), and Anne volunteered to act the part herself -- gaudy costumes, quirky habits, froofy posturing and all. It was hilarious.
Anne was the one who brought me to Rockford in the first place to scope things out. It was in the middle of the spring semester, and we were lunatics. We didn't time the 14-hour trip too well and ended up arriving around 1am on a very foggy Saturday morning, wide awake and looking for an open Wal-Mart so we could buy a city map. Of course, we proceeded to drive through the worst areas of town before giving up the quest and spending the rest of the night sleeping in the church parking lot. We woke about 5.30 (forgot the time change) and promptly went apartment-hunting in the fog. Time/space/Anne would not permit me to tell of the next day's adventures -- sidewalk conversations, eggrolls, enebriated scar-ridden Cuban requesting bear hugs, bicycling knife-wielder, cat-sized alien squirrel, shameless resume promotion, ice cream jumpers and all -- but be assured it was a memorable weekend.
This was a landmark weekend as well. I don't think I'm ready to talk about the majority of it yet. For now, I'll say I did visit the famed Greyfriar's and thoroughly enjoyed a reunion with Aaron and Marjeana as well. Chattanooga was warm and interesting, if brief. But yeah. Can't really blog everything.
P.S. If anyone has a deck and a half cassette stereo for a 93 Chevy Cavalier wagon at your local junkyard, let me know. It takes 16 D batteries to keep my CD/cass player going for 22 hours, and it takes up a lot of room. Luther was packed out for this trip anyway, especially since I took along Tim Keller and Mark Minnick and a few musicians. Proportionally, I have to say Pastor Minnick took up the most space; but everyone was competing for the front seat while I kept sane with Mountain Dew (sorry to all those who thought I stopped -- the fast did end after the whirlwind trek to SC in November), beef jerky and sunflower seeds.
It was crazy. You know what else is crazy -- the fact that I'm typing away here and just saw a squirrel or hybrid jackelopish thing hopping around in the size and manner of a rabid lopsided kangaroo.