I’ve known for some time that my friend Tom would be getting married on the last weekend of June. I’ve also known that I would ostensibly wind up availing myself of the open bar as fully as humanly possible; six double vodka rocks by my last count, a race against time before the bartender went cash only. I barely remember dinner, and I’ve only just begun to piece together the fact that I not only molested half of the people on the dance floor, I also managed to make peace with an individual who has caused me more pain this past year than anyone else. And I knew I would be paying dearly for all the fun I thought I was having.

So why, then, did I schedule three lessons after church the day after, especially when I’ve had to drive to and from Orange County three days in a row? And to top it off, why did I volunteer to spend the rest of my evening working on an orchestration project for Turner Classic Movies as a favor for a friend?

So fried. But I did it all. And tomorrow I get to drive all the way out to Montclair to do Bil’s bitch work. Cause that’s the tenderhearted individual Jesus wants me to be.

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