Sitting at home, still winding down from my littlest brother's bachelor party this weekend. I played paintball for the first time on Saturday; that was pretty fun. Almost like a good game of Modern Warfare II come to life, with considerably more sweating.

This summer is so odd for me socially: I'm used to having fixed plans for two or three of my weekdays and wide open weekends, but for the past month I've had weddings and various other parties-aforethought every weekend and nothing during the week. This weekend: Josh's bachelor party. Last weekend: Cari's wedding. Looking out ahead I see, for sure, two parties and a wedding in July.

I wish I had some pictures from Cari's wedding to post, but for whatever reason every picture I took that night makes my friends look like monsters. Monsters. I've never trusted this new camera.

That was a good time though. The wedding and reception both were at this farmhouse in Wisconsin, Spotted Cow was on tap, goats were available for feeding, and I was able to fill my plate with fresh delicious pork. I hadn't been to a good, casual wedding like that since my high school friend Danielle got married years ago now.

The awesome food was my downfall. I expected — nay, I looked forward to! — getting riotously drunk with my friends for the first time since, probably March I think, but after eight beers I was still surprisingly sober. Sensing too that the drunk I was all-too-slowly headed towards wouldn't be a good one if I ever did get there, I went back to Minnesota that night with Shelley rather than camping out as originally planned.

Luckily "I Believe in a Thing Called Love," the song I'd been hoping to hear at this wedding, played just before I left. My dancing to that one was pretty bad — in fact my dancing in general that night really was subpar I think — but there was a Drunken Dinosaur dance with Jenna late in the evening which I'm fairly proud of.

I'm also OK with my dancing at the wedding the weekend before in Iowa. Even if a Kei$ha was implicated at some point. My cousin's wedding was more typically formal: church, dance in a ballroom at a reception hall, the kind of wedding I go to a few times every year.

It was still fun though: there was a candy buffet, good beer, the dance floor stayed active all night, the bridesmaids had capes at the reception, and, because there were too many of my male cousins in the wedding party to assemble our usual cousins' rowdy table, they placed me with my parents and her sister's family, who I don't get to see often enough.

I talked to their oldest daughter, my most simpatico cousin, for a good chunk of the night, and ended up having her and her boyfriend over for Little Big Planet last Tuesday — apparently someone out there wasn't sick of playing that with me yet.

I've got another blog post in the works, stuff that didn't really fit in here, so maybe there'll be another update quicker than usual.

But I've also been twittering for a few weeks now as @ourboldhero, figuring out what if anything I wanted to do with that service. (I follow some funny webcomic and podcast people on there.) Bonus: my delicious links from the ourboldhero.com sidebar will show up there too.