thanks. (part one)

hitched.
without a hitch, even.
you ninjas may have missed the hottest hottness yet.
and that's no heroic boast, either.
the Hallowe'en house party was pretty bangin',
and may have actually lingered around the eleventh level of dopeness all damn night,
and well into the early-shirley small hours of a.m.;
what with the so-so-a'spooky blistery bluster and stone-slickening drizzle.,
not to mention the re-sanding of the hourglass at 2 in the mornin'.
we saw 1 o'clock a couple of times and still didn't hit up sleepytimes before 3:30.
but,
after that walloping windswept storm of spirit-world wizardry,
the all-saint's supremacy surfaced and simmered solidly all sunday long.
Perfect Fall Day?
you'd better mutha-F*n' believe it.
warmer than warm, and kept on the sunny side?
oh, yes indeed.
only good peoples, only good vibes, only epic hottness.
my blushing bride was brutally beautiful,
and as always, insanely hot.
my delightful daughters aren't just smart and pretty,
they are so well-behaved i have to wonder just who it is they take after.
we repped some vows that were so fresh, so tender, so perfectly in-season,
they tasted even fresher than fresh-picked on my tongue.
(nary a dry eye in the house, ninjas. that's my word.)
our radical hippie justice o' the peace, suze-a-babes kjellberg,
read a poem by wendell berry that resonated with viking virtues
and berserker barbarian romance explosions.
our homegirl casey donated some sweet introductory commencement sauce,
composed all late-night, last-minute, and completely awesome.
jess's ma, claudia, made a bangin' vegan cake, from scratch.
my ma was there, too, watching over my little ladies
and bearing witness to the Folk Life hottness.
shawn travelled like a hard-stylin' road-trippin' warrior,
ate some food, took a nap,
and then helped finish the cookin' on about 8 seconds of sleep...
he was always pretty nice,
but minnesota has helped kick it up a whole 'nother notch-
those dr. peppers i scoopled 'specially for my ace
hardly seem like enough of a recognition for his epic efforts.
dan and kaye headed north from bk;
leap-frogged through several sorts of transit,
through half the night and most of the morning;
then digitally documented the whole deal,
and then bounced back down again even quicker than hurry-up.
jim popped up and filled in wherever he was needed.
everyone was awesome.
everyone brought the noise.
everyone looked so good.
especially my wife.
word the 'uck up on that sh!t, b!tches.
my side of the aisle, so to speak, was so stacked,
and so stocked with worthy warrior poets,
active participants, and real-life livers,
if they were a 'magic: the gathering' deck,
they'd be unbeatable.
my friends win.
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that said,
at 2 a.m., i rode out in the freezing cold,
on my mutha-flippin' wedding night,
lamp-lit by a perfect werewolfen ghost ring in the sky,
and brought my numero uno homeboy back to the airport.
uh-huh.
the cucch went back to whistler, b.c., canada, this morning.
how could i let someone who has brought so much effort, care, consideration,
hard work, love and humor to my wife and i take a gaytarded cab, alone,
back to his home-away-from-home??
i couldn't.
i didn't know i wanted a brother until i met him,
and i didn't know i needed a best buddy until i got to know him.
if marriage needs a husband and a wife,
we had that covered.
but what the wedding needed was the cucch.
without him,
it honestly wouldn't have happened.
the very least i could do was spend a little extra time with him before he bounced.
so what if i almost crashed the car, fell asleep at the wheel twice,
and felt the spirit world closing in around me under that baleful orb?
i doo-doo that sh!t.
gratitude.
generosity.
break-beat heartbeat battle-beast
complete with crybaby quivering lower lip and watery eyes.
friend, father, warrior, poet, husband.
this is who i am,
until i get killed or ya'll find someone better....
now let's go kill some bugs!!!
never quiet, never soft.....