Lumas 11, 30.

- Quite a week: I can't keep up. Unfortunately I didn't draft even one Silurians story; something I'll have to make up for this week. I did, however, read a lot of Greek History. That, and Jess and I have been watching Lost. We're halfway through the first season. On Wednesday I went to the Guerrilla Lit reading series. The real story of the week, however, is of the weekend.
On Friday morning, after some two hours of sleep, Jess and I got up and took a cab to LaGuardia Airport. By arrival, we cut it a little close, with the plane boarding as we arrived at the gate. While we flew, Jess slept and I read Demosthenes. That crazy Demosthenes! We got off the plane and rode the 55 into Hyde Park, where we met Hallie for breakfast. Around noon, she gave us a ride up to Sam's on the West Side, and we visited with him and Sky, watching Transformers trailers during the day. Then, we took a nap and got ready for Sean and Aleja's wedding. Jess and I were early so we stopped at the Medici Bakery for a snack and the Reynolds Club. I went up to UT and had a surprise encounter with Dan Stearns. On the way to the wedding, we ran into Judd, and at the wedding itself, I quickly reconized about half of the people present: Sean's family, Alex and Luda, Pat and Tievsky, and Ben Buckley. Dave Schultz was the Best Man, and Mark joined us at the reception. Sam was officiant of course, and everyone looked eager and cute standing before our crowd of an odd hundred. The reception, of course, was glorious, with a spectacular open bar, good music and conversation. We closed it out, and at about two in the morning, Jess drove us back to Sam's. She, at least, was fit to drive, and later said riding up Lake Shore Drive was her highlight of the weekend. When we got back, Jess went to bed. Sam and I were starting to sober up, so we had an MHL and watched videos on You Tube.
Saturday, we slept in. When we woke up, we languished around the apartment and hung out with Bill and Sam. I took a walk to get Jess a slice of pizza and she worked on her application essays, but the afternoon was pretty relaxed. Finally, Sam was ready to go. His sister has had a difficult operation in Ann Arbor, and he wanted to go and visitor. He dropped us off in Hyde Park, and we touched base with Jim (our host that night) at 57th Street Books and met up with Lisa. We walked down to the lake, talking about Harry Potter and writing and whatnot, and finally all lay down in the grass by the lake. This might have been my favorite moment of the trip. On the way back, we called Gemma to meet up, but our phone died and after spending an hour trying to locate her number and call her back, we almost missed her completely. It turns out that, with the help of a Reynolds Club employee and Lisa's phone, we caught her just as she was readying to leave. We had a quick snack on that patio of the Med, the upshot of which was we also got to see Kennedy and Thalia, and pass out greetings along to Jen. Unfortunately (sadly) we didn't get to see Meridith. We left Lisa and Gemma (and, unfortunately, the power cord to our laptop) at Lisa's car, and walked with Jim back to his apartment. It's right across the hall from my apartment from 2000-2001. And we walked up to the Falcon for drinks and conversation and Cholie's with scavhunt judges of past and present. We got back at two and, another long day, went right to sleep.
Sunday we got up at seven and rode the 55 out to Midway. Again we cut it close and arrived to the gate in the middle of boarding. After the second smooth flying experience in a weekend (unprecedented!) we rode the bus and subway home. I went to church that evening, and Jess spent most of the day preparing her application essays. We both, however, took breaks for guacamole, quesadillas, and Lost.

ALMANAC SAYS
- Today in Weather History: Northeast Texas was pelted with softball-size hail, and Dallas experienced wind gusts of 90 mph, 1989.

NEWS OF THE WEEK
- The New York Times: In Steps Big and Small, Supreme Court Moved Right

QUESTION OF THE DAY
- Do you like wearing sandals?