(A full wedding report with pictures will be up soon. In the meantime, here's more of the usual nonsense.)
Last night I dreamt that I was a mobster. My area of crime had something to do with real estate - I was shaking people down or something like that.
Anyway, in the dream I ended up in a confrontation with another mobster, he being of a rival real estate shakedown syndicate. As we argued I couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to stab me in the throat. At one point I even asked him:
Me: Hey, are you going to stab me in the throat? Him: No. Me: That's cool, I just can't shake the feeling that you're going to stab me in the throat. Him: No, we're cool. I'm not going to stab you in the throat.
And so the end of the conversation came, and we seemed to have settled our differences peacefully. But, sure enough, just as he started to walk away the rival mobster turned around and stabbed me right in the throat.
