St. Louis Swing

Made the trek to St. Louis this weekend, home of one-hit-wonder Paperboy and site for one kick-ass wedding. Up until just a few days prior, I was not going to make it, but Melissa refused to give up the hunt for a reasonable flight. What a woman.
When Aafreen and Mike left Boston, many of us here lost big. Aafreen embodies the essence of balance, inspiring calm and kindness in those fortunate enough to know her. Her smile's infectious and if that doesn't get you, her hugs surely will. There was a lot of this behavior going on this weekend, most of which appeared to be orchestrated by the Chanduwadia's and their army of hugging homies, which apparently converts thousands of members each year. We happen to be in it. Mike is the type of guy who will throw his turntables in his trunk and drive for hours to spin at a friend's party. Creativity just oozes from his pores. He's the sort of dude who would lay face down in a pile of excrement just to let his loved ones pass unsoiled. Thanks buddy. We love you guys.
It was dope to chill with old friends. Big up to the guys with the misfortune to room with me: Meat for also helping me get there last minute and Jonah for not killing us in the rental car and Trace for being so fun to antagonize late at night. Daanesh dropped science on all things detailed and complicated. Krome gave the toast of his life and got recruited to do stand-up on the midwestern circuit. Farhaad popped, locked, and reined on the dance floor. Jacques sweated enough to combat california drought.
So, who'll be next to join the club? I'm already jonsing for a wedding.