Reflection is in order at this momentous juncture, some unflinching analysis of the past two years and where they've left me. How did this lump of coal turn into a diamond? How did this flannel-clad naif, fresh off the bus with a backwards-facing baseball cap and stem of hay pinched between his teeth, turn into the leather-sheathed vanguard of rockness you see today? Was I truly welcomed to the jungle, or ensnared by it?
Thankfully embracing my new status as a holder of the most respected and academically rigorous degree on the planet means not having to dwell on such matters. Onward, my friends and followers.
Dom and Jonnell were married under the auspices of adoring friends, family, and several billion gallons of water droplets plummeting from the upstate New York sky.
Much like the other wedding I attended on this trip I was pretty bad about taking photos, opting instead to run around having fun. This doesn't mean, by the way, that if I come to your wedding one day and take loads of pictures that I'm not enjoying myself.
