Last weekend we witnessed the gayest possible thing we could ever possibly imagine. No, it wasn't my bros in San Francisco "icing" each other with Mike's Hard Lemonade. It was Adam's sister and her fiance celebrating their life-long love and commitment by having a big gay wedding that was the total shizznit.
Anna Saraceno and fiance Anna Vanderzee tied the knot in the historic Buskirk-Chumley theater in downtown Bloomington, Indiana. Following the beautiful and interesting ceremony (take that, ALL OTHER WEDDINGS EVER) merriment was had in the form of eating, dancing and taking pictures at a photo booth that had both gay and straight silly accessories.
The blushing brides, Anna and Mayor Adam West.
Lara and her chickenhead.
The ladies of both families doing armpit farts.
The Glass Family looking ab-fab.
Ty is a man with a plan... to make you feel discomfort.
Uncle Joe raising the roof.
On a lighter note, they also chronicle the issues that arise when two people with the same first name get married. I know what you're thinking... same first names?! If we let people like that get married next thing you know public schools are going to become little homo factories, pumping out gays faster than private performing arts schools! Ban that shit. Go 'Merikuh.
Congrats to Anna and Anna for proving that "protectors" of traditional marriage are a bunch of stupids.
Well sack me in the ribs and call me Judy Garland! My long time crony Peter Dering just invented a new-fangled camera fastening gadget that'll knock your socks off I tells ya! And I'll be damned if he didn't beat the Russians to it!
You'll have to excuse us if this post isn't the sharpest. We were up all night last night marching around town with a bloodlusty flag-waving mob celebrating the death of Osama Bin Laden. And while we feel like that was a completely normal reaction, the fact of the matter is that we were up all Friday and Saturday night marching around town with bloodlusty flag-waving mobs celebrating the royal wedding. We're just praying that the NFL lockout doesn't end today since we don't know if we can handle another sleepless night of screaming the Star Spangled Banner.
The caldera in the middle is called Wizard Island because it was first discovered by Adam's middle school Dungeons and Dragons Group.
Our second crater experience was Meteor Crater in Arizona, which is hailed as the most well-preserved impact crater site in the World. It's also located on private land and requires payment of a $15 admission fee to view, making it the World's most profitable giant f*cking hole in the ground.
And look at the nuts on this squirrel:
Alright, we're just going to cut the bullshit and apologize for not writing anything for the last 6 weeks. We're sorry you had to spend your most recent 700 precious hours of internet time contacting family, reading news, and doing Google image searches for "tony larussa pinkeye" instead of ravenously feasting on the comedy-rich braincandy served up by andnowthisishappening.com. Seriously, your lives have probably been miserable. But don't worry, our lives have been great.
Coming back to America is somewhat freaky after you've been surrounded by this for a year:
Rush hour on one of New Zealand's new-fangled "motorcoach-ways."
Apart from all the new crap, there's plenty of sights that we've been exposed to in the past few weeks that you just plain don't see in New Zealand...
Bars that don't play drum & bass that are still full of attractive people!
After 2 weeks back in the States we've done a good job of not sweating the small stuff. Cellphones, a car, jobs, health insurance and all that other crap can wait. We bought bicycles instead.
A 1950's Schwinn cruiser and a 1980's Peugeot mountain bike, 2 gether 4 ever.
We bought these beasts from a quaint little establishment called Farmer John's Barn. It's a combination junkyard, junk barn and junk pile that sells old bicycles at a reasonable price. The service was impeccable. We were given a tour by Farmer John himself, who shared dirty jokes and a few suggestive comments that gave the ladies that old fashioned uncomfortable feeling that is hard to come by in today's obsessively PC society.
Adam fraternizing with the who's who of Chico: Farmer John and CBS 12 Action News anchor Kira Klapper. They spent the afternoon together behind the barn, leaning on fence posts and flipping nickels.
And Now This Is Happening has a new look. It's slightly more 'Merikan than the old look, but slightly less 'Merikan than this look:
Even in this crippled economy, novelty t-shirt airbrush artists are never out of business so long as there are Tea Party conventions.
We are back in San Francisco, safe and sound. Our year in New Zealand has officially come to an end. And let me tell you, we really went out with a bang.
9 days left in New Zealand. Almost 1 year in and all we've got is this shitty blog, a bunch of shitty pictures, a crap load of shitty friends, and one amazing campervan for sale.
It's been a great run.
One thing we just realized - we'll have to change the title of this blog once we get back to the States. Any suggestions?