On Thursday evening, Lobo provided the pizza that he perpetually owes us. On Friday morning, he ditched us to go have breakfast with an unauthorized friend. Later that morning, I ditched them both to drive to Santa Maria for my cousin’s wedding.

I stayed at the Radisson next to the airport. There was some kind of space-oriented convention going on, so there were spacemen in attendance. I tried to talk to one, but he just stood there. Kind of rude, tbh.

Friday night was a post-rehearsal catered shindig at Rick and Claire’s house, featuring a “welcome drink” and “light bites” which you could eat in sufficient quantity that they were no longer light. Anna told me about her new better job that finally got her out of the dog bakery. Cameron and I ate all the strawberries in the flower arrangements, and there was some weird helicopter-like thing that kept flying over, and what exactly is in this welcome drink?

Saturday was the actual wedding, and Rick and Claire were married in accordance with the laws of California. The wind made the wooden structure sway and creak, but it didn’t fall over, and the ducks registered their enthusiasm by quacking throughout the ceremony. Then we went inside for cocktails and dinner.

There were speeches and toasts and food and whatnot. Anna made some emergency frosting but it wasn’t needed so she passed it around to frosting aficionados. I danced a little with Briar, but only at the table. The tri-tip was excellent.

I drove home on Sunday morning to start Phase 3(b) of the Santa Barbara Excursion.