what a weekend. friday nigh i went out with a friend to check out training day. the movie was middle of the road, at best. it started out interesting and then got progressively more ridiculous. no problem, i guess. we are talking about hollywood, here. they always know how to screw up a good thing.

saturday i took off up to chicago for mark's wedding. i showed up at the empty bottle just in the nick of time as they said their "i do's" (for the second time) and we raised our glasses for a toast. it was nice to see everyone down from milwaukee (word to the dan). let it be stated here and forevermore: mark and susanne really know how to throw a fucking party. open bar, trans am, and rocket from the frickin' crypt. trans am took the stage and got the party started right. they rocked out a bit of their new stuff (a lot of 80's new wave keyboard business) as well as some classic trans am rock-out style. there was a nice gap between bands where susanne's brother took the stage for another toast. then it was time for rocket from the crypt. the night before they asked mark to pick out their setlist and to play a couple of songs with them, so we were all jazzed to see how it went over. a healthy dose of circa now!, scream, dracula, scream! and group sounds…a healthy dose of rock. they played all the hits (except "on a rope," but it's forgivable…they played "venom venom" from the new record) and then mark took the stage to play guitar for "ditchdigger" and another track from circa now. mark did a great job and speedo advised him to start a band of his own. very funny.

i was thoroughly rocked (and pumped full of beer by john and bob) and a great time was had by all. best of wishes to mark and susanne. hopefully they have a long happy marriage and all that business.

oh yeah…i caught the garter when speedo tossed it. later on i discovered it to be a dirty sock. which is a nice equivalent to my love life, anyway.