It’s not what I expected. My dad’s biannual visit was to put us in Okiboji for the Fourth. But joyous hometown developments reshuffled my calendar (including October’s China adventure, though how significantly is unclear).
Seems like it’s been no time since they merged their record collections, but Kirk and Sarah announced two weeks ago that they’re getting hitched. Though it feels abrupt (I got no hint when I hung out with Kirk in May), the consensus among their friends (my sister:Sarah::I:Kirk) is that this is nothing but wonderful, and I concur. They’ve allowed themselves six weeks to plan and execute a massive blow out in Des Moines—250+ peeps—that promises to unite even our most far-flung and reluctant friends to witness their Holy-Moly Matrimony.
I am privileged to have a role in the proceedings as a groom-booster with brother Matt. Not to get all superstitious, but you know it’s meant to be when you score the assigned grey pinstriped suit in a single stop: $12.99 at Valu Village in Golden Valley. The pants are short, but Thom Brown and Allie Nassif say it’s kosher.
Check me out:
There are going to be parties for days. Matt and I are making buttons for the bachelor part.