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I had a different weekend.

A bud (a consultant that I got to know through the SOX stuff over the last several years) from Australia... Got married over in Spokane. He invited me to the wedding. We’ve become pretty good friends over the years. He’s a good frood and he definitely knows where his towel is.

So yesterday I hit the road for Spokane. Its about four hours of road time. It was a good drive. Washington is a beautiful place to drive across. There’s a little bit of everything. Some real honest mountains, some desert, some canyons, some rolling farmland, some high elevation pine forest, some red rocks, some blue rocks... A great drive.

The wedding was a hoot. A serious hoot. The Bride’s side was mostly farmer folk, and Cougs from Wazzu. The Groom’s side was mostly flown in from Melbourne and Brisbane. Buncha drunken Australians and a buncha drunken rednecks. Most definitely my sort of people. :-).

It was seriously nuts.

It was not a particularly religious ceremony. But for them... It fit. In keeping with the tone of the event, the “minister” was a girl who was one of the brides’ best friends. She got her canonization on the Internet. Legal and everything. Really. No kidding. She did an amazingly professional job if it. Her name was Alex and she was exceptionally cute. She and I got along real well. I would join her church in a heartbeat.

We stayed at The Davenport in Spokane. The Davenport is a local landmark there. Built in the 1880s... Remodeled just a few years ago... It’s gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. Marble everywhere and doormen in groovy suits and top hats.

The happy couple left the wedding in a 1933 Packard limosine. The kind with an enclosed compartment in the back but with an exposed driver space in front. Neat.

Fun was had by all. And my weekend was different. Gotta love it.