A few things . . .
1. So, I got married on August 1st. When I started this blog back in 2005, I was fresh off a divorce that left me pretty scared and confused. I thank any and all readers who have been along for any part of me documenting my misadventures in dating and other things. It has all led me to the right lady, and I'm very happy.
We got married in San Francisco. Mrs. Noisewater's grandfather volunteers on a ship on Fisherman's Wharf, the very boat he served on during the Normandy Invasion in World War II. They fired off the cannons when we were pronounced man and wife, it was all pretty awesome, and everyone had a great time.
I'll never forget waiting in my tuxedo for the "first look" photo, which in case you don't know (because I didn't until a couple weeks ago) is the photo session of the bride and groom right when they see each other for the first time before the actual wedding. I was standing on a pier facing the bay with my back turned to my bride coming towards me (it all reminds me of some ancient Greek mythology), when this cool black man walks by and says to me "Damn, you look debonair as fuck!" I have had a lot of compliments in my day, but I doubt I will get one with such a perfect blend of robust vocabulary, profanity, and a perfect delivery.
|That's an actual picture from the big day.|
|Here's a volcano crater sunrise pic from the internet that is better than the ones I took on my crummy phone.|
|This isn't us. But this is how I felt after her DVR choice.|