Anyway, Bekka and Tom made sure to keep the wedding in constant laughter and light-hearted fun. Also, they're old Beehive regulars getting married, so the audience was mostly old regulars. I got to see folks I hadn't in a long while. Much lamenting of the loss of our sacred coffeeshop was heard as well. Sigh.
(For those who don't know... the "Beehive" to which I refer was our second home for so long, the Oakland Beehive. Two years ago it suddenly closed in a battle between the landlord and owners. The Southside Beehive is still open, and that's the one I go to frequently for pinball and coffee..... but it's a different regular crowd and always has been. Many of us remain displaced from our usual coffee-mates.)
Anyway, pictures of the happy couple and many of us are located here. Also, the image I think most captures the essence of the wedding:
Post wedding mari, mikey, and I watched movies and drank a lot of good scotch. Jeff joining us later. That was fun.
The protest was another protest with illegal march. It was long. It was hot. But, I shook a few hands of some of the people I commonly see at these things, it'd be nice to know more than three people I'm marching with all the time. I got a couple good pictures of Troy and Shannin, which is good since they're moving to New Orleans soon (waah!)
We wandered through CMU campus, into Shadyside, looped past the Software Engineering Institute, around Oakland, back past SEI, down Forbes in front of CMU. At that point it was 3 hours of marching, and I was long past heat stroke, so when I heard people were going to continue into Squirrel Hill, I mentioned that I'd heard people were complaining about blisters and heat, and we should probably consider health reasons... so we decided to split up. Most of the crowd did follow me back to Flagstaff, I heard about 30 went on to Squill.
Also, late in the march, we came up on a CMU frat house holding up pro-war signs. Troy and I were at the front of the march by this point (I pretty much stay at the front to do the picture taking thing anyway), and both he and I went "Oh, this is not good". We started marching on, but the rest of the crowd veered left to start arguing with the frat boys. Troy started yelling out "MOVE!" without result, so I finally screamed, "Peace is not fighting frat boys!" People started moving. There was much rejoicing, yay.
Oh, and I got a touch of sunburn. But! I have a bunch of pictures here! There are a plethora of them, and I don't have them very well organized, but hey. I will note that going into Shadyside, we passed the house I lived in until after my brother was born. I didn't get a picture of it, alas, but one of the many intersection blockings occured right in front of it, wild.
And that's my long weekend.