I’m back on the underground blog from the destination wedding in Scottsdale. I’m using the word ‘survive’ in the literal sense given the three days we spent there for the destination wedding were all record high temperature days of 104 degrees, 105 degrees, and 106 degrees on Saturday afternoon on the actual day of MJ’s Survival at the wedding itself.
To put that in clearer perspective…all three days in Scottsdale broke records which had been in place for maybe, you know…almost a century.
But given the Stage 4 grittiness in me…I did make it through the ‘outside wedding’ on Saturday afternoon. I’m a tough dude, man. I’ve spent a lifetime working hard in the hot Oklahoma sun, but just not wearing a dark suit as mandated by the organizers of this event… of whom I will not name on this post.
But I sucked it up and got this done as a gesture of my genuine love for my second tier brother Mark. I felt I needed to be there as a genuine gesture of my love for Mark.
I will say though…I belive my brief career as a destination wedding attendee is now over. There will be no Four Weddings and a Funeral Tour for Mike J.
Prolly…in retrospect–Mike J and his lovely wife of 46 years should have just attended the air conditioned rehearsal dinner on Thursday night and sent regards from that point.
So all of the above is on me….somewhat.
These two young people, Mason and Avery are wonderful human beings and it is my sincerest wish they together discover and enjoy nothing but love in their time together as man and woman, or woman and man, or whatever. As lovers. As best friends. As partners in the journey of life.
As soulmates if that word can even still be used in the era of Donald Trump American culture.
Because in the end…love is what this is all about. And love can manifest itself in different ways. So are so many types of love.
But love is the THING.
So there. Now I’ve got all that out of my system and can get back to work on the Sweet 16 and the OKC Thunder’s march to the first NBA repeat since the Golden State Warriors did it with Kevin and Steph.
Just remember…in the end–it’s always about love, music, a home to come home to, and a great dog.
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Love, Mike J