Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: A Lot of Driving

I am currently teaching students and being very swamped. I have been on the road a LOT. Driving from Brooklyn to Hartford and back, with a stop in Manhattan, is taxing. Parking in south Brooklyn fucking sucks. By my estimate I’ve made four separate 2+ hour trips since Sunday.

So what about the wide world of sports? Well, in football, it’s all about “Oh, he went to minicamp” or “SCANDAL, so and so didn’t go to minicamp!”

Or, you know, more bullshit.

You know the important stuff? Giving out trophies. Not happening tonight, but getting closer.

Game 3: Vichy Sonics vs. Rapidly making space on the Miami Heat in terms of “fuck those guys” (OKC vs. IND, tied 1-1, 8:30, ABC)

Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Final (no s) is… tomorrow? June is the most crazy time of the year, and there was a forced day off because I actually had to attend a wedding, in which I can say:

1. Senorita Weaselo is done with weddings and the attendance thereof for at least the next year. Possibly two.

b. The Mark Twain House is very nice from the outside (because it was 4:30, the house closes at 5, and we didn’t want to pay $30 for four people to look for half an hour). I’d pop a pic here but am teaching and Carpentering this, so look for it tonight, if I have a shot that doesn’t have the lovely Senorita in it. (She’s the one who actually probably took the house pictures.)

Three. I finally met my pianist friend’s partner. I like her, he did good. Similarly, he finally met Senorita Weaselo in person… like three days before the wedding because he’s playing Beethoven’s Third Piano Concerto this coming weekend and she’s in the orchestra. This was unbeknownst to me of course as I have a gig that day and am not in that orchestra. But it’s a funny story of “Wait, you look familiar. Do you know Senor Weaselo? I’m going to a wedding that he’s driving me to this weekend.” “OH, you’re Pianist!”

In conclusion, hooray for friendship, and congrats to my friend for getting married. And Hartford, CT is a land of contrasts.