The Model Couple., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

Hola Hola. The summertime is continuing to roll along. I am fully intertwined with the new iMac (and wondering what took me so damn long to make the switch). All is well, it is glorious, hallelujah.

The Sox almost got no-hit last night, and have -- generally -- played like baby poo since the break. So that's no fun. BUT, perhaps they're just waiting until I can watch all the games in HD... which will start next week when our building is upgraded to the new DirecTV system.

Yay.

Otherwise, things are moving along swimmingly. Heading off to the beach for vacation in a few weeks. Following Frants' advice and starting a new career in MLB: The Show. Riding my bike with the wife for miles and miles to watch Little D run in the New York Half Marathon. Checking out Boston and sights with the Family and Pops. Making sure west coast pals aren't crushed by falling, quaking objects. You know, the regular stuff.

But, as this is a site update, it's time for the obligatory birthday wish -- with today's lucky recipient being Astoria's (and our) favorite gal, Kate! You might know the Birthday Girl from such places as "Web M.D.", "Law & Order", or "Hot Tub Finance Infomercial". Well, soon you will know her by another moniker: "Mrs. Stevie C." That's right, ol' Steve and Kate finally decided to throw down and join the Gettin' Hitched Club. A wise choice indeed. We could not be happier for them (if just because this means that we're going to get another chance to dance while completely faced at some point).

I'm proud to call them our friends, and I wish them a lifetime of Face Sucking Happiness.

Happy Birthday, Kate!

Duck gets loose., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

I can honestly say, that in the thirteen (!) years I've known him, his hair has never looked better. How's that for aging gracefully?

I, and the rest of your folically challenged friends salute you, Brian (with smoldering jealousy) on this, your thirty-first birthday.

(Still, you're never going to look as good as this again.)

YeOldeIthaca - 10, originally uploaded by Kluv32.

Things have been awfully quiet around here lately, haven't they? The cause, my friends, is that for the past week I've been strapped with the exciting (and daunting) task of switching my entire computer-driven life from the old PC to a new, sleek and super-fast iMac.

Indeed, I've made "The Switch".

So far, so good -- and I expect to be running at full capacity by this time next week.

Until then, I suggest y'all check out the Flickr Group that Young James set up for Ithaca College Theatre Folk. I plucked a few photos from back in the day (that were sitting on my hard drive) and put them up there. I might even dig out the old albums and see what else I can find...

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's a beautiful day for swimming (and watching Act III of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog").

Gleeful., originally uploaded by Kluv32.

These two kids right here? The ones with a winning combination of giddy glee and smoldering sexiness? They're trend-setters. And I'm not talking about setting trends in fashion (although he has made cargo-style sweat pants cool for white guys), music (although they're always cutting edge), decor (although you should see their bottle-cap coffee table), or food (although her calzones give DP Dough a run for their money).

I'm talking about getting engaged.

You see, Mack here popped the question to Liz recently. She said yes -- which goes to show how fortunate us homely boys are that lovely ladies are easily swayed by sparkly, shiny things -- and we were off to the races. In no less than a few weeks, three other couples we know got engaged as well. It's like the baby-birthin' trend from last spring.

Love. It's in the air.

I'm ridiculously happy for them. Especially, because I can now put all that "getting married" knowledge I acquired last year too good use. (And here I thought it was just going to go to waste.) To be fair, however, "really really make sure the DJ doesn't play 'Mambo #5' at the reception" is more like common sense -- but you'd be surprised how many times those goddamn guys will try to slip it in, EVEN AFTER you've provided him with a freaking playlist of almost two hundred songs totaling over eight hours in length and you can be strongly assured that Lou Bega was not located anywhere on the list...

What was I talking about?

Ah, yes. Marriage. It's happening. It's exciting. It's fun. And with all these new nuptuals being put together, it looks like Daddy's going to have to get a new suit.

So, to Matty & Liz, I offer the heartiest of congratulations. Somewhere, Steve Jackson and the rest of the Pieguys are beaming with pride. In the biblical sense.

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