so what happened the rest of the weekend? well, i was supposed to be in the rehearsal on friday, but turned out not to be in the rehearsal after all, and spent the time on the deck at the wequassett quaffing wine with carl and getting to know some of the relatives. the dinner, at the wicked oyster, was absolutely delicious and included the most excellent chocolate-bomb dessert i've consumed in a long time. it was here that carl apparently made an impression on the groom's family, as jesse told him the following day that he was "a big hit" with both sets of his parents. it was also here that i shed my first tears of the weekend, during a wilde family a capella performance of "jesse's girl," with heart-tuggingly altered lyrics. (jesse's friends' own altered version of "jesse's girl," performed shortly thereafter the wilde family's rendition, was only slightly less touching.) we then met up with the rest of the wedding-goers at the local bar, the land ho, and partied and took many, many digital pictures. the day of the wedding we slept in, had brunch at the hearth and kettle, and played an unlikely game of mini-golf (yes, mini-golf) before heading back to the cove to don our finery. cut to sunday. back to the hearth and kettle (yummy raspberry pancakes for moi), then bike riding for carl and john and me (sitting by the pool for the lazier members of our party). we biked out to the national seashore and lay on the beach, then got ice cream and headed over to the bbq party at the wilde compound in wellfleet. we loaded up on burgers and dogs and salad and beer, then headed to the beach for the bonfire: marshmallows, peeing in the dunes, stumbling back along the beach to the parking lot in the pitch dark. there is nothing more to say but that it was tons of fun and, as always, the next party can't come soon enough. viva la cape!

congratulations to eileen and jesse, who are currently heading to the greek islands for some serious honeymooning following their splendiforous wedding in cape cod this past weekend. here's how it went down: we hopped on the trolley (aka drunk bus) at our cute motel, the cove, me and carl and holly and nate and john and leanne and some other folks. the ceremony and reception were held at the wequassett inn, featuring a bayside pool that looked like it belonged at a caribbean resort and lots of natural beauty. we hung out for a while in a reception area that was essentially serving as a holding area, until the cyborg wedding planner started "inviting" people to descend via stairs to the lawn "at this time" and be seated for the wedding ceremony. i was fretting about snagging a spot on the aisle as instructed for my reading and also getting nervous for my reading. it was supposed to rain, but thankfully the weather held out, and we got romantic rolling mists for the ceremony. the rabbi was funny (if a bit corny), eileen looked beautiful in her lacy white dress, and i made it through my reading with only mild shakiness. mazel tov. after the man and wife were pronounced as such, we guests returned to the holding pen for drinks and copious appetizers: lobster, sushi, bruschetta, various fried items. that was meal number one. meal number two was buffet style and quite delicious. as for the reception, it contained the always-frightening specter of the hava negila (aka crazy chair-dancing time), a touching serenade of eileen and jesse by her sister elizabeth, and of course pogoing to that wedding classic, "i wanna be sedated." photos of the rest of the weekend will appear tomorrow so as not to overwhelm you (and also so as to increase my entry-per-week count).

dudes, we are scientists kinda suuuuuuck. they're just so generic. just had to get that out there. last night tricia and i went to get our art brut on (and our pbr-and-whiskey-shot-special and bud light on, respectively, as well). they put on a fun show, for sure, fun and funny. i mean, with that mustache and those eyebrows, how could it not be? the singer was pretty hilarious with his banter, a total firecracker cracker. he also threw himself into the audience and jumped around like a crazy person for a while. some other things that happened: a girl emerged from the bathroom with her shirt tucked into the front of her undies, oblivious; the girl in front of me helped her out and then we cackled mercilessly for a long time. a fight broke out right near me and everyone pretty much stood around watching, indie style, until the female bartender jumped on the bar and directed the breaking-up: "you--grab that guy. hold him back." pretty ridiculous. now, tricia asked me why i wasn't taking pictures. hey, maybe because every single other asshole in the audience had a digital camera? taking pictures at shows is totally unnecessary now, what with the blog army and flickr providing all the shots you can possibly stomach, good and bad. see what i mean? these people are nerds! i just don't see why i need to be one of them. at least until the new rhett miller comes along and teaches me how to love again.

been listening a lot to the new york dolls. dig their sloppy, stonesy racket. i think this is my favorite song, and it is definitely your PROTO-PUNK SONG OF THE WEEK!

::: New York Dolls, "Trash" :::

for your bonus PUNK SONG OF THE WEEK!, or more accurately your UNPUNK SONG OF THE WEEK!, head over to good rockin' tonight, where there is a fantastic guilty-pleasure song by the offspring:::

::: The Offspring, "Spare Me the Details" ::: i LOVE this song, from the opening drums to the ridiculously catchy melody to the "dumb donut" crack. your mileage may vary, of course: carl removed the earbuds about 40 seconds in, and i think he was being generous. but i also know he was prejudiced against the song from the start. you're more open-minded, right, reader?

have yourself a GOOD WEEKEND. pita out.

befuddled cabbie gamely answering BBC anchor's question about the apple court case. it doesn't even matter that he's not really a cabbie, but an IT guy; his facial expressions are still priceless.

kiefer tackling a christmas tree.

huge morts, doggie-style.

::: The Ramones, "53rd & 3rd" ::: yes, i know this song about gay prostitution, but i just like it, okay?

oh, and i must heartily recommend a little joint called agozar on the bowery at bleecker. it's stupidly hard to find a good happy hour, especially with food, but this one's got it: two for one drinks and tapas from five till eight. i went there with a few of the girls, including the also-newly-jobbified michelle t., and sampled the strawberry and raspberry mojitos and one of the other fruity concoctions, and our party of four ended up with an $80 bill, which is ridiculously low for the amount of tasty treats consumed. total yums. if you know of a good happy hour, preferably including overly sugary drinks, let me know in the comments.

and now i'm off to a barbecue! sizzler! have a good weekend, chicos and chicas.

that reminds me. i just remembered something i forgot about last week. get ready, people, it's the PUNK SONG OF LAST WEEK! this week it's bikini kill, a very pro-woman band. it's totally woman's day today at catherine's pita! i thought about dedicating "suck my left one" to those bored, uptight housewives, but i like these songs better. get your clicking finger ready....

::: Bikini Kill, "Carnival" :::

::: Bikini Kill, "I Like Fucking" :::

what else, what else....i did the revlon run/walk last weekend. it was a lovely day and i was actually enjoying being up and around at that time of the morning on a saturday. thanks to all who donated to the cause; i believe you have till june 1 to get your donations in if you meant to give and didn't get around to it.

ok, so, real quick now: i don't have time for a full weekend update (and yes i know it's wednesday), but betsy was here and we had a good ol' time featuring wine, rush hour tater tots, more wine, and barbecue chicken. pics at her site, in addition to the random collection seen above.

here's a video of an insane woman who thinks that protesting the funerals of dead soldiers is somehow christian. amazing.

speaking of videos, dudes, let's get over the stephen colbert thing. like the colbert report, it lost its appeal after about two minutes. seriously: not that funny at all. "misery accomplished"? please. the new republic agrees. the readers of gawker, on the other hand, do not.

the bryant park movies have been announced. last year i did not get to lie around in the park drinking box wine and watching bad acting at all. this year i want to see "a shot in the dark" for sure. who's with me, and preferably sporting flexible, blanket-securing hours (carl)?

the features do not sell out; get dropped from record label. good for them/sucks for them. i have been meaning to listen to the features for years now, it seems, ever since holly and nate uncharacteristically discovered and fell in love with them.

i was a little nervous about posting this but apparently someone else beat me to it, so i'm going with it: a tipster reports that rhett miller's wife birthed a baby girl they named "soleil." big up to the proud parents. VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE: thanks to commenter pegasus shimizu, i have learned that the downward spiral of rhett continues at a frightening pace, and in an extremely bizarre direction. it seems that if you are a big enough fan, you can become a member of the Rhett Miller i-Squad (seriously!) and that by doing rhett-promote-y things, you earn valuable Rhett Miller Points (omg) that can be traded in for "unique prizes" in the online Rhett Miller i-Squad Store (!!!). people! how did i ever love this man???

finally, you have a few days left to sponsor my cancer walk. you know you want to!