First off, I would like to publicly thank everyone who has helped me so far by contributing to the Ride4AIDS event. Your outpouring of support and generosity has been nothing short of amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you - you have helped to make a difference in the lives of many people!
This weekend, I attended a wedding for Sara, one of my really good friends who I’ve known since kindergarten. The wedding was held at the Karl Strauss Brewery Garden in Sorrento Valley. For those who haven’t been there, the restaurant sits over a giant koi pond and is surrounded by Japanese gardens; a backdrop that made for a very nice ceremony. A couple other old friends from back home (Bonnie and Krista) were in attendance, as well, and it was great to see them. Being at a wedding always reminds me of the following:
Travis’ law for weddings and funerals - No matter what the circumstance, there will always be somebody at the ceremony who’s dressed worse than you.
With the exception of a beach wedding, that new Hawaiian shirt has no place at either of these events. Yet, every wedding (and, sadly, even some funerals) I go to, someone takes it upon themselves to show up looking ready for a luau. I appreciate you left the faded Metallica shirt and your other pair of ripped jeans at home, but just because your black, short-sleeved shirt with the flames has a collar doesn’t mean it qualifies as evening wear. Maybe it’s just me, but I find this sort of behavior very disrespectful to the people whose event is being attended. The hosts have gone out of their way to throw a lavish party and you show up looking like you’re ready to sit down, pop a Pabst and watch reruns of Hee-Haw. For the sake of argument, let’s say even as a grown man you don’t own a suit, at least put on a collared shirt sans flames and slacks. That is all…