Last Thursday I flew back home to Boston for my friend’s wedding. They got married in Newport, RI, but more on that later.

I got in around 2 p.m. The only sun I saw the entire trip was this afternoon. After that it was pure overcast crap in both RI and MA.

Jenny and I got lunch at Coda on Columbus right around the corner from Back Bay station. The place is sweet and the food was great but the artwork on the walls was crap. I see it often. Restauranteurs or club owners go all out on the place and then flip through a book and pick out some dreck for the walls. What do I know. I’m the guy who painted Captain Kirk wearing spiked gauntlets and grease paint.

I got to hang with both my mom’s siblings during the evening on Thursday. Time with my aunts and uncle puts years on my life for sure. They are the best. No matter what insanity or illness or shortcoming or whatever my Aunt Val has going on she always laughs while telling the story. My Aunt Sue and Uncle Joe make my friends jealous that they weren’t raised by them. You can’t choose your family they say. Good. I won the lotto with mine.

Friday I made it into Pino Bros for a quick tattoo from my friend Deirdre (I call her Deedle) Doyle. I’ll get photos of it up when it’s not scabby anymore.

After the needling Jenny and I drove to Newport.

I’ve never been to Newport before. It was wacky. A little like Nantucket but not as old looking or small. The mansions? Nuts. Like jaw droppingly mansionistical. The only other place I’ve driven through that blew my mind with it’s wealth was the shore of the lake in Gross Pointe, MI.

Anthony and Desiree got married in a place called the Belcourt Castle.

Go check out the history and photos on that site and I’ll get some photos from the wedding up when I can.

The wedding ruled. Our friend Marc married the couple. Our friend Ted sang, and I spoke during the ceremony. None of us blew it amazingly. The reception ruled and was made even better by a mariachi band and 200 people who weren’t afraid to dance like idiots. The father of the groom was doing floor angels at one point. Awesome.

The rest of my short trip was spent trying to see as many people as I could on Sunday, which sucks because each visit is marred with the ticking of the clock, but I got a few good visits in with friends who have recently had babies that I hadn’t yet met.

I’m back now and I’ve already put a few hours on a commission this morning. Beefy is doing well and is handsome as ever. I’ll be hanging the show with the ladies from the gallery later on today. Wish me luck.

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