On the 27th I started a trip to Barcelona for Elisa's wedding. The only bad part of the situation was that it had to be a quick trip because it's the middle of session and I have a book coming out on April 23rd. Other than that I was looking forward to everything, including, sort of, the long plane ride. Depicted at left is my idea of fun.
We had rented a couple of apartments in Tim and Elisa's neighborhood, Gracia, which used to be a free-standing town until pretty recently ('recently' by European standards. I don't know what that means. A thousand years?)
Most of the weekend was devoted to eating and telling jokes. Over there is some pan al tomate, that great Catalan deconstruction of what it means to be food. Here's a joke: Two peanuts walked into a bar. One was a salted.
And another joke: Two peanuts walked into a bar. One was a salted, in plain's delighted.
And as long as we're deconstructing: Which joke is funnier?
So in other words, it was a fantastic wedding.
We all thought so. Congratulations, Elisa and Tim!
I was so tired by the time I got back that I didn't even play any jokes for April Fool's day. I was still pretty tired by the time my birthday rolled around on Wednesday, although the day did have a pretty festive feeling because my friend Jeremy was in town from New York--as seen at right--made a band shirt for the book. !!!
Plus things were pretty busy at work. At this point in session all kinds of things are happening. For example, on Wednesday or Thursday the people from Sea World brought an armadillo to the Capitol.
And April 4th the House passed the budget bill (and this session has been so copacetic so far that they wrapped it up before 10 pm, prompting a parliamentary and historical inquiry from Rep. Villalba about whether that has ever happened before.
Early enough, in fact, that I had time to meet up with my friend Scott, who was celebrating his birthday at Grand Billiards and take him and his friend Byron, visiting from Santa Fe, to Mrs Johnson's for donuts.
On Friday I took a break to see my brother Mark, who is heading to Minnesota for the next few months. We wanted to hang out but we also wanted to swap cars, because my car is (a) reliable, low-maintenance and great for driving, (b) a total magnet for opportunistic petty crime. Last month someone threw a tombstone through the window. A tombstone! It's fixed now, though, so Minnesotans: if you see a guy like this in a 97 Civic, be nice to him. Not "Minnesota nice," the normal kind.
Nothing says summer like the inefficient use of time. Therefore on Saturday I was determined to bumble around: picked up my friend Spencer, late lunch at Chuy's, an effort to go to Barton Springs only to find the gate closed, an effort to go to Barton Springs the official way only to find the whole thing closed because earlier in the week the city had experienced an entire hour of torrential rain, a detour to get gas because we had been bumbling around so much that we were on the verge of running out, and, eventually, a trip to Deep Eddy.
Eventually we went to Liberty, where I was having a belated birthday party. Although to say "we went" is an exaggeration because Spencer, taking bumbling to its logical conclusion, had taken my car to stop by a child's party, where he was vomited on by a child, causing him to go home to change, causing me, still at Deep Eddy, to give up and get a Car2Go, where Spencer eventually rejoined the group. Here he is, showing the arrogance that comes from wearing clean clothes.
It turned out to be Paul Qui day too.
And while we were there I found out (via a cryptic text message from my dad) that the New York Times had posted a review of the book.
I do, however, have a little catching up to do. There'll be some updates here shortly.