Well we're off to Chicago this weekend for Fat Nick's Hindu-Irish wedding and i have to say that i'm pretty stoked about it. Normally the thought of traveling with the Dude, six tons of luggage, and now, dress clothes for the wedding seems overwhelming but for some reason i'm oblivious to this right now. We're going to Chicago! We're going back to our second-home town! We're going to a fucking awesome Hindu wedding! How many people (short of Indians) can say they've been to a wedding conducted entirely in Sanskrit? Surely not many people here in the dirty south who, upon telling them i'm going to an Indian wedding, assume i'm whooping it up with feathers on my head inside some teepee in the desert.
Most importantly, we're traveling to a climate zone that's less than 100 degrees out which these days will seem completely chilly. It was 85 degrees out last night and i considered putting a sweater on. And this trip is an important distraction. I'm currently wrestling with how i tell my dissertation committee that i want to be done by summer and have them actually agree to this. I have to wow them with my accomplishments which means there will be a lot of turd-polishing between now and my meeting with them. And i really dont want to think about all the work that lies ahead of me in regards to buffing up these feces i call my data. So the stresses of traveling with a criminally insane 11-month old, the annoyance of controlling an obscenely drunken 32 year-old, and worry over whether my cans hold up the strapless dress i'm wearing to the wedding are a lot more palatable to me right now than thinking about the state of my dissertation research.
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