March 6, 2006

  •   Christine's dad's wedding was pretty fun.  It was an informal but traditional Jewish ceremony, complete with the stomping-on-the-glass thing.  Damn, breaking stuff kicks ass.  I know there's a lot of symbolism & deeper meaning surrounding the glass-breaking tradition, but at my wedding it would be destruction for destruction's sake.  (I think I could get away with that since I'm, y'know, not Jewish.)


      The Oregon coast (the wedding's location) is beautiful - especially the few stretches that aren't cluttered with annoying, tourist-trap towns.  Reminds me a lot of the Vancouver island coast, but warmer and more cliffy - and with funny "Tsunami hazard" signs that shows a stick figure getting crushed by a giant wave.  I even got to see Sea Lion Cave - apparently it's the largest sea cave in the world.  (Though I'm guessing they didn't research that one too hard.  Ignorance is bliss - or sounds more impressive, at least.)  Basically, it sounded and smelled like hell.  (Inhuman groaning, moaning, and other guttural noises mixed with a howling, fowl-smelling wind.)  With a good enough imagination, it LOOKED like hell, too.  (Make the lighting a little more red, imagine the sea lions as turd-demons, etc.  It's not too hard to do - sea lions are already turd shaped, turd colored, and turd scented.)  We even had to get there via a crazy long elevator ride.  All that place needs is a big sign inscribed "abandon all hope, ye who enter here" - and some fake horns and pitchforks for the workers.  That would maybe, possibly, make it worth the eight bucks.


     


      Damn.  February is short.  It must have short parents.