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The Captain Turns The Dirty Thirty

After months of anticipation/dread, my thirtieth birthday is finally here.  It started rather gloomily with the dismal weather that Gustav brought to St. Louis.  It quickly turned around, though, thanks to my lovely wife.  She woke up early to cook me breakfast, which is extremely thoughtful considering her usual displeasure with waking up early.

With a belly full of delicious breakfast, I attended a special b-day appointment at my new favorite place and then trudged into work.  I had considered taking the day off, but it seemed rather pointless to stay home on a Wednesday.  Besides, working on my birthday seems pretty normal for a thirty-year-old.

My co-workers were nice enough to get a cake with the obligatory vulture-on-a-tombstone.  In a strange coincidence, my secretary’s birthday is also today.  So half the cake was pink with flowers for her, and half was black and gloomy for me.1

Tonite Meg and I are heading down Washington for dinner, and then enjoying a quiet evening at home.  Barring any unforeseen surprises, my birthday should be a low-key affair.

So, did I freak out today?  Of course not.  Do I feel any different?  Of course not.

After several days of reflection I have realized that I’m not really distressed about turning thirty; I’m distressed that everyone else is getting older with me.  Me in my thirties is fine.  All my friends in their thirties is much hard to digest.

Well, enough groaning.  I’m thirty.  No big deal.  If you need me, I’ll be at Bed Bath and Beyond.


The Captain

1  My secretary is like 25 years older than me, but everyone was jabbing me for being old!  Must have been nice for her.

The Captain Keeps The Receipt On A Used Dog

So, how did I spend my last wild three day weekend of my twenties?  At home trying out a dog!  Whooo!

With a weekend of down-time sandwiched in the middle of our busy wedding season, we decided to give living with a dog a shot.  Meg had her eye on a real cute medium-sized pooch that someone from the Humane Society had recommended.   Check out this cutie.

Her name is Sandy1, and she is a real sweet and mild-mannered two-ear-old-lab-mutt mix.  Sandy was dropped off at our loft on Saturday afternoon and stayed with us until Monday.  She was really friendly and loving all day weekend.  Here we are watching some Colbert Report on the DVR.

Things looked good until Sunday afternoon.  Apparently Sandy has a separation problem.  When Megan and I left to meet her parents for lunch, we received a call less than an hour later from our building’s manager.  Apparently, Sandy was barking loudly the entire time we were gone.  One of our neighbors even left a note on our door complaining about the barking.

The condo rules in our building are pretty specific in regards to doggies that like to bark.  With no margin for error, we were unable to keep the dog.  Megan was quite upset at returning Sandy, but our hands were tied.  While Meg was definitely more enthusiastic about owning a dog than me, I still was a little sad to see her go.  She seemed like a good fit for me, i.e. real cute, sweet, and lazy.2

So it looks like we will not own a dog as long as we remain in our loft.  As such, my resistance meter is now returning to 100%.  Some things are just not meant to be.


The Captain

1  We were definitely going to change her name if we kept her, mainly because that is the name of the dog in “Annie.”  Meg and I already have enough connections to that musical, thanks.

2  Just like my wife!

The Captains Wedding Season Part Two

As far as back-to-back weddings go, the past two weekends could not have been more different.  Our first wedding of the season was kidsapalooza.  Next up was a real ritzfest.  Meg and I drove to Chicago for a long wedding weekend.  Megan’s friend Marissa from NYU married a nice chap from Philly named Adam, and we were front and center to enjoy the festivities.  Here we are with the happy couple.

We stayed right in the heart of downtown Chicago, minutes away from the lake and Michigan Avenue.  Check out the view from our room!

Meg was busy with bridesmaid duties for most of the weekend, which left me plenty of time to explore Chicago.  I spent most of Saturday walking the downtown area.  I started at the Navy Pier and walked to the end of the lake trail and back.  There were tons of people out enjoying the weather.  The triathlon runners, the sand volleyball players, and Cubs fans in jorts made for some prime people watching1.

The last time I was in Chicago was for Lollapalooza 2005, and I spent most of my time in Grant Park.  I had forgotten the immense size of downtown Chicago.  The massive amount of buildings, traffic, pedestrians, etc. makes downtown St. Louis look quaint in comparison.

The wedding itself was also on a scale that I had never seen.  The ceremony and reception were held at the uber-swanky posh Drake Hotel.  The Drake is one of the oldest and classiest in Chicago, like turn-of-the-century-fancy-drapes-huge-chandeliers-gold-everywhere-tycoon classy.   Here’s Megan and the other two bridesmaids on a posh looking bench…IN THE ELEVATOR!

It was hands down the fanciest wedding I’ve attended.  Someone dropped some serious coin on these nuptials.  I don’t want to go into unnecessary detail, so I’ll just say this; I sat next to Oprah’s manicurist at dinner and I’m pretty sure that the bar was transported directly to the reception from out of my dreams.

This was also the first Jewish I’ve ever attended.  The ceremony was very interesting, and the reception was a blast.  They hired a live twelve piece band!  We were exhausted by the time we left around midnite.

We took our time heading back to St. Louis on Monday, and spent the rest of last week catching up at work and recuperating from our trip.  With two great weddings down, we only have one more till wedding season 2008 is over.


The Captain

1  Traveling to other cities really bring out my hometown pride, especially when the city is Chicago.  I wore every Cardinals shirt I own throughout the weekend, and I heard plenty about it.

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