Last weekend my friend Clark was getting married in Terre Haute, IN.  For those of you not familiar with Indiana, the things to do include:

  1. Grow corn.
  2. Watch corn grow.
  3. Play basketball.
  4. Smoke pot.

The boy really needs to move to Atlanta.  Anyway, the drive up started at 5:30am, which would have been worse had I actually driven any of it myself.  Instead, I got to sleep.

The great bonfireThe bachelor party, due to general lack of funds and disease-free or attractive (either one or the other would have sufficed) strippers in Terre Haute, mainly involved drinking, and setting things on fire.  Specifically, a couch.  With gasoline.  And fireworks.

Wedding CeremonyThe wedding itself was a short ceremony, wherein the minister almost forgot to let the bride and groom kiss (which would have made the 2nd wedding I’ve been to in the past year where that happened).  There was a reception, and an after-reception at Clark’s parents’ place, wherein Grem, Clark, and I got shown how old we were when attempting to play basketball against the younguns.  I at least got several blocks in, and we only lost 16 to 21 (which is better than I expected us to do).

Oh yes, and the Rapture.  This picture was at the reception place:

The Rapture

It’s a picture of Jesus coming down for the apocalypse — they even tastefully added an airplane crashing into a building.  I very much want to photoshop this picture to have Godzilla rampaging through the city.

We headed out somewhat early, and I got dropped off at my dad’s on the way back, since he’s coming to spend the 4th with us at the house. There was a minor Todd family gathering, but I have to take my dad to the High Museum of Art now, so no time to write about that.  More on that later, and possibly some pictures from the High Museum and the Georgia Aquarium too.