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April 24, 2005

a day out in horse country

help...constricted...can't...breathe
Yesterday I had to miss a lovely day of rugby out in the country in order to attend the wedding of a fellow former Peace Corps Volunteer who married an Aussie with an incredibly hot family. It was probably the handsomest wedding I'd ever been to, with a remarkable amount of redheads (see bride, baby pictures below). I would almost feel my hair turning red, and there were strange pods out in the fields which broke open to release more redheads into the countryside.

The wedding was held somewhere out near Winchester, in a small town called Paris, Virginia. The church ceremony was just a couple doors down from the conveniently located inn. We drank lots of Australian wine. The rain began right when we were supposed to clear out, which also apparently cleared off the pitch out where my team was playing that day.

Final score of the A-side match: Renegades 56, Gotham like 3 or so. B-side Renegades also won 15 to zip. I was not there, but it would have been delicious to have been present.
she's no little girl - she's a LADY
"'sob!' Our little girl is all grown up!"
"She's never been our little girl - she's a LADY!"
disgustingly content, successful and annoyingly happy gay couple
This is Jack and Eric, probably the most successful, happy and disgustingly perfect gay couple in the universe. They are destined to get incredibly rich and remain happy forever. Bleah.
TWO BABIES ENTER.  ONE BABY LEAVES!
THUNDERDOME CHILD CARE: TWO BABIES ENTER. ONE BABY LEAVES!

That night after sleeping off the Aussie wine, I went out to Blowoff, which was PACKED and more fun than ever. I cannot begin to name-drop all the bloggers, ruggers, the fabulous and the famous who where there. I had some nice chats with several Gotham players. There were even women and striaght hipsters there too, which made it even more fun. Bob and Rich rocked the house during the live numbers, and shirts were off in no time. Joe was in the midst of a mess of fun with his camera. I can't remember if it was Chrisafer or Beaverhausen John that said, "We like Jimbo when he's drunk." I am in some amount of pain today from the whiskey and gingers.

Posted by jimbo at April 24, 2005 1:33 PM

Comments

I just got back from two weeks in Australia and it's true: there is definitely quite a larger percentage of redheads and strawberry blonds down under. Mmmm.

Posted by: Weho Mark at April 24, 2005 3:55 PM

Oh, so cute!

People like me when I'm drunk too. Also, I tend to really like other people when I'm drunk. Like a little too much...

Posted by: Eric at April 24, 2005 4:56 PM

If I was at a wedding with hot redhead Australian men I would have made a fool of myself, I am sure.

Posted by: homer at April 24, 2005 5:54 PM

You look adorable.

Posted by: archerr at April 24, 2005 6:11 PM

This pic of Jimbo really looks like Jimbo!

Posted by: Seamus at April 25, 2005 10:31 AM

I heard the name Andrew Sullivan dropped. Whoever it was, I think they were checking me out. Just one of those passing things that you catch out the corner of your eye, nothing creepy. Can anyone confirm that he was in fact there?

Posted by: Rob at April 25, 2005 11:18 AM

Great picture of you. I am still deliberating whether "cute" or "handsome" describes you better. Probably both.

Posted by: Schorsch at April 25, 2005 12:44 PM

Yes, Andrew Sullivan was there. He's huge, and in a good way. And before anyone asks how I know, I'm just talking muscles. Not any muscle in particular.

Posted by: Trey R at April 25, 2005 5:12 PM

Handsome, Jimbo you clean up well and you look definately handsome.

So who won in the baby thunderdome? My money, all .02 is on the kid with the white shoes.

Posted by: Marie at April 26, 2005 10:36 AM