Living in the SF Bay Area numbs you to a few things, namely beards, public nudity, really good burritos, and narrow annual average temperatures of 65F ± 7F. Being able take these things for granted is actually pretty nice (outside of the public nudity) and I usually miss them whenever traveling away from home. So when we heading to Southern California after being lulled into a world of 65-70F, and getting into cars with black leather seating surfaces when it's 95F in the shade is an unpleasant shock. Thighs instantly broil onto seats unless you let spinal reflexes lift you off the cow-wrapped pseudo skillets or wear heavy denim. I fully realize that we're probably just soft, but even just minor 2nd degree burns aren't fun, and I miss my coffee made by a dude with a beard in a Chemex.

Despite the temperature shock, and [my] sweaty back, Deric & Erika's wedding was a beautiful time put on by great people. If anything defined the mood of the wedding, it was the bride & groom's choice to have dueling pianos and a sax covering pop hits and the intensely close group of friends they invited to their day. The feeling of camaraderie generated within their circle of friends ignited the rest of the party. Even when that "buttercup, baby" song from My Best Friend's Wedding, broke out, it felt natural in the context of the infectious happiness of the couple and their guests.

April and I were privileged to help this new family save this day for posterity, and would brave the trip down from our water stabilized temperatures on the penninsula anytime.