Flowing lahars of Milwaukee’s Best

Two of the tribal council(wo)men got married a couple months ago, and I am chronicling that historical event right here on the blog. As I said in my wedding sermon, this is the first “Iverson” betrothal that I have personally condoned. (For those not in the loop: The second year that my group of friends were living in Arcata, seven of us decided to move into a house together - the largest concentration of any of us under one roof (excluding perhaps, “The Carriage House”). The house, dubbed “Iverson” after the street it resided on, has already churned out four marriages. The first two were inconsquential and pertained to excommunicated members of the inner circle. The third, a scam between Jake and Isabelle so that she could pay lower tuition at UC Santa Cruz, is perhaps the epitome of the ancient Greek Tradgedy. )

But the wedding that you see here between Josh Rhodes and Bethany Cowan is one of the most beautiful events I have ever had the opportunity to be a part of. It was really magical to stand there and support my two friends commitment to eachother. It was equally moving to know that our tribe had come together again - even for an event ( a wedding) that otherwise would be made the subjet of ridicule and scorn: (i.e., “Oh great, they’re getting married … what, did he knock her up or something?”