The past week/weekend was intense.
1.) The C-man and I had the honor of shooting a friend’s wedding at the Rose Gardens in Berkeley. If you ever want to get married in a place that has $2938579183759873987938749823 worth of roses that you don’t have to butcher to dress up your ceremony, go to the rose gardens in May. Naturally awesome place. The rose gardens + a birdcage veil + a ridiculously good looking couple + a vespa get away after the ceremony + an INCREDIBLE meal at Dona Tomas = utter bliss.
2.) My dad, Dr. Papa Bruce, came to town for a (hopefully!) final cancer treatment for prostate cancer. He initially had the cancer 10 years ago but the sucker came back. Luckily the cancer had not spread outside the prostate but nonetheless my dad had to undergo radiation therapy. I was his “nurse” so I got to along on all the hospital trips and wait in the family waiting areas. Luckily all went well and my dad met about a dozen nurses and doctors (all of whom were not originally from the states, a fact my dad likes to point out to everyone he talks to), and he told his stories like is so good at doing. When they were taking him away for treatment one nurse said, “Man, he is still telling stories!” My dad is one heck of a tough guy, no doubt.
3.) Finally, my bro and sis-in-law are back from Mexico, but something changed in my brother (besides his hair). He turned into a man/monkey. He got to see our new apartment for the first time and the first thing he did was climb all of the steel beams…
If nothing less, at least now we know who to call when we want to take the god awful curtains down!