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Hi, internet! How are you? I am fine.

I brought my boys to O-H (I-O!) this weekend for my good friend Matt’s wedding, which, I have to say, was super great. Owen stayed with his “Nana” and “Gammy” while Iain and I got dolled up and listened to Frank Sinatra and had drinks and good Italian. I even got Iain to dance (several times, go me). The bride was stunningly beautiful, the groom was very handsome, and let me tell you, these guys were looking out for their guests. Also, I love how I can be seated at a table at a wedding 420 miles away and still have at least two friends in common with the lad next to me. That’s OH (I-O!) for you.

The wedding was in Columbus, and my sister put us up at her place so we could spend a few hours with her and her BF, as well as my brother and my other sister, who live a block away. We spent some time in the Victorian Village, which is very close to the campus of The Ohio State University (please notice the “the”, very important, I’ll be sued if I don’t put it in), the football team of which was playing Penn State the same afternoon.

Have you ever been in Columbus during an OSU football game? It’s INSANE. Wall-to-wall traffic. Teeming masses of drinkers wearing red jerseys. I mean, some people out here go nuts with the purple Ravens gear of a Sunday, but it is nothing compared to the sweaty dedication of these sports fans. You wake up, put on your jersey, and get to drinking. Pre-game, post-game, during-game — don’t bother having a conversation because it is Buckeye Football Time. My sister would yell “O-H!” into the street, and you can guarantee someone would echo back an “I-O!”.

It’s nutty. But fun. You should have seen the men at the wedding reception, ducking out back for a “cigarette”, which is really code for “peek at the web-enabled PDA or cellular phone to check The Score.” These people, they take their college ball seriously.

Anyway, it was nice to see my brother and sisters again, and as i said the wedding was terrific, I didn’t want to have to leave. The next morning the sibs and Emmy’s BF and Iain and I had a rousing breakfast at Bob Evans — “one of the shiniest meals I’ve ever seen,” as one of our party called it, and then Iain and I jetted off up the road back to my parents house.

We held hands during the long drive up 23 (right past MARION and no time to stop, but I thought of you, Jen! And you, Dani, in Findlay!). It had been almost 24 hours just the two of us, and though we missed the boy quite a bit I think we had a good time. And there is something so serene, at least to me, about driving 70 miles an hour through acres and acres of cornfields, with the sun shining and the sky spreading out to infinity all around you. I decided right then that we are definitely, fer shure, moving back west. If not to OH (I-O), then at least Western PA. Imagine, being a mere two or three hours from the people I love most instead of eight and a half. Imagine getting together for dinner being only a wee road trip, instead of involving taking time off work and a whole day in the car. Imagine how much house you could get for $200K! Acres of land! No traffic! We’d have money left over to renovate the kitchen (in our new dream house) and buy a Volvo. Iain could have the wood shop he’s always wanted. We’d live in a tree-lined little neighborhood close to Owen’s school, and there would BE no drunken 40-year-old men two doors down who yell obscenities at the Latino family across the street and then accidentally set their own shed on fire. It would be heaven.

So. All this to say, if I have any Pittsburgh readers, please come out of lurking. I would like to move to your town.

Sunday we managed to get our two BFF, Clint and Mandy, to meet us Pollyeyes for an early dinner. Oh my God, Pollyeyes. I don’t think Iain and I can drive to Northwest Ohio without stopping there for some stuffed breadsticks (and then buying three times as much as we can eat, with the honorable intention of packing it in ice and bringing it back home, but then forgetting it on the backseat, so the entire car smells like roast beef and garlic butter for days). Clint and Mandy provided excellent company as always, and I swear I don’t think I could ever spend enough time with those people.

Actually, I don’t think I could say enough nice things about the people we got to see this weekend. I only wish I had enough time to see all the rest of my people as well.

Oh, and today’s my birthday. Totally unrelated to all of the above except to say that, holyfuckingshit, I can’t believe I’m 27. Oh, and also, Best Birthday Presents Evar (with the exception of the iPod two years ago, that one still takes the cake). I have enough TV on DVD to last me weeks. Mmmmmm.

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