The Captain Is The Best Of What Is Left

Days Until I Am Married:  61

Current Weight:  171

So I’ve got a lot on my mind as of late, and very few outlets to empty said mind.  I’ve never been much of a phone talker, and my emailing proclivity is much the same.  This makes contact difficult when you live far away from almost everyone you know.  Blogging has seemed to provide me with some fraction of relief, but my last several have focused more on recapping the events in my life and less about what is on my mind.  No more.  Time to tap a hole in my keg of a head and let the frothy goodness pour out.

At the front of my mind is the wedding.  Today is officially the one month mark, which seems unbelievable even as I type it.  I’m going through the too-much-to-do-not-enough-money emotions that are typical before the big day like I knew I would, but they are still surprising.

Without going into too much detail1 the thing I am finding most difficult is the struggle to make our wedding unique to us.

Sometimes I feel like it is impossible to make a wedding unique because there is only so much you can do with the given framework.  Other times I wonder if I am getting caught up in my high school non-conformity conundrum, being different for different’s sake.  I don’t want an Abercrombie by-the-book wedding, but I also don’t want a Hot Topic look-at-how-different-we-are affair.

Planning requires quite a bit of time and effort, which is difficult considering the new home and job thing.  Moving three months before a wedding is not recommended, especially to a place as strange as Tallahassee.  If Sarasota was the beach, Tallahassee is the South.

I’m 1½ hours from the beach, which doesn’t sound too bad.  However, the whole point of moving to a place like Florida is to be close to the beach.  My first two months in Florida I kept saying “Why the hell would anyone live in the middle part of this State?”  Well, I’m about to find out.  So far Tallahassee feels like I’m in South Georgia.  Lots of Southerners, muggy all the time, no palm trees.

The two main features of the town are the Capitol and the Florida State University.  Logistically, Tallahassee feels like someone took Jefferson City and Columbia from Missouri and made them one city.  College Kids and Big Wigs in a city with exactly one of any chain store you can think of.  However, Tallahassee is not all bad.  I’ve already seen more young people walking around here in my first two weeks in town than I did the whole year I lived in Sarasota.  I’m hoping this will translate into friends for us eventually, but right now we are too busy to try and start meeting people.

We finally finished setting up our new home, which looks great.  Our three bedroom house feels gigantic, but I already love it.  We live across the street from a gigantic field that is full of free-range cows.  I can see a herd of cows out my front door, which is a big change from my 7th story downtown view from Sarasota.  And they’re the cool black and white spotted ones like in the Chick-Fil-A adds, not the ugly brown ones I typically see.2

The other day I sat on my couch and stared out the front door for like an hour watching about 100 cows pass.  Then, when the rain started I watched 100 cows run awkwardly towards a group of trees.  At one point I actually turned off the television I was watching and just stared out the front door.

Getting me to turn off the TV this summer is actually quite an achievement.  Between Big Love, Entourage, Flight of the Conchords, and Rock of Love, I can’t remember enjoying summer television so much.  Moviewise, I’ve been rather disappointed this summer.  The only move that really stood out thus far was Knocked Up.  And even that was simply an A- movie in a summer of B- movies.  We saw the new Harry Potter last nite and I was underwhelmed.  I struggled a bit to figure out what was going on in the film, and I read the damn book!  I’m hoping that Superbad will save the day next weekend.

Musically I’ve also been disappointed by the summer.  After the flood of good music from the spring, I was hoping for more of the same.  I thought the new White Stripes disc would define my summer.  I definitely like it, but I don’t know if I love it.  The only thing that has sparked my interest a bit is the whole 60s-girlgroup-throwback movement.  I’m not quite sure how to take it.  The pop side of me wants to like Amy Winehouse and the Pipettes, but my hipster side thinks this is the same as the ill fated swing revival of ’99.  The jury is still out.

The heat hasn’t really gotten to me yet, but that’s because I spend most of my time indoors.  I stopped going outdoors at the beginning of July, and that was when I was still in a city with a bit of a breeze.  August in Tallahassee feels similar to August in St. Louis, except it rains almost every afternoon here.

The heat kept me from exercising back in July, but now I am ready to jump back in.  My neighborhood has a YMCA in the town center that Megan and I recently joined.  I wanted to join as soon as I got here, but I dropped a dresser on my pinky toe and was unable to walk right my first week here.  It’s been almost two months since I stepped foot in a gym and I am actually looking forward to it a bit.  The elliptical machine does wonders, especially with an ipod full of dirty techno music.

Hopefully I’ll get my new iPod in the next day or two.  The iPod I was using, Megan’s third generation iPod from 2002, finally died back in May.  I decided that I actually like the big, clunky one I was using, so I bought a new one on eBay for $50.

Speaking of purchases, I actually purchased a tie rack this weekend.  It made me feel equal parts responsible and lame.  My closet is almost too organized now.  It seemed like such a Chas Tenenbaum thing to do, and I like to consider myself more of the Ritchie Tenenbaum type.  Luckily, I’m wildly irresponsible when it comes to other things, so I guess it all balances out.

Speaking of wildly irresponsible what is going on with the Cardinals?  This is the Jekyl/Hyde team from ’03, but with more ups and downs.  What makes this all the more difficult is the fact that I pay $15 a month to watch the games on the internet.  The Cardinals will suck so bad for a couple of days that I vow to cancel my subscription, and then the next day they turn around and dominate.

This wouldn’t be as bad if I wasn’t forced to listen to the benign banter of other Fox Sports broadcasters from terrible teams.  The broadcasting team from Houston is terrible, but they’re nothing compared to Pittsburg and Cincinnati.  Since no one normally watches these broadcasts, no big deal.  But it sucks for this guy.  I’m hoping the Redbirds can man up and gain some real ground against the Brewers and the Cubs this week.  And speaking of the Cubs, HBO has a documentary airing right now about the Curse of the Cubs.  I highly recommend it, rarely have I taken so much delight in other people’s misery.

At this point I feel the need to explain the moustache I sported recently.  I didn’t shave for the whole week I was here unpacking.  Megan arrived in Tallahassee to find me trying to pull off the Grizzly Adams looks.  So for fun I decided to shave a goatee for the day just to make Megan squeal.  It worked so well I shaved off the bottom and just kept the moustache.3

Megan proceeded to squeal even louder until I shaved it off completely.  It has been quite a long time since I went a week without shaving, and it will be quite a while longer until I do again according to Megan.

Well, my mind tap is running dry at the moment, so I will take this opportunity to quit blogging.  I realize that this is the second time I have used blog as a verb, but I am attempting to broaden my horizons a bit.  With two months to go till the big day, I’m going to have to make lots of thing work like they normally do not.  Here’s hoping I can pull it off.

Ciao,

The Captain

1  Which seems odd to say considering detail are what weddings are all about.

2  Even better is the fact that they have a gigantic field to wander around, which translates into the neighborhood not smelling like manure.

3  Or the Pedro, if you will.

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