hail hail the gangs all gonna be there

wish me luck, kind folks.

i'm off to utah for the wedding of the mom.

suddenly, i'm inexplicably terrified. i love my soon to be step-dad. i'm psyched for my mom. there is nothing bad or foreboding about the occasion at all.

but i woke up this mornng all knotty and stomache churny and doomy-fied.

is it the sprawling brood of my mother's eight sisters, most of whom i haven't seen since the surreal funeral of my grandma? the pressure of being a maid of honor in front of such a various and sundry cast of characters? am i worried about going home again?

or maybe i just ate a bad batch of falafel last night.

it's gonna be great. really. i'll send a dispatch from zion, detailing the festivities.

assuming the plane doesn't crash.