There we go: listen, not much happened in the way of smarts-learnin’. If you want to talk about the kind of larger, life-experience, “endurance of pain as a means of soulful self-analysis”, stuff-that-I-usually-cover type of learning, then you can buy me a beer and I’ll sing you a song. There’s ups and downs, and the chorus is the same as ten you’ve heard before, but at the end I think you’ll feel like it was worth the beer and blah blah blah, thoughts and feelings, thoughts and feelings.
Bottom line is that the wedding was lovely.

Oh, and I learned that shooting handguns is loud and fucking terrifying.

-diggy

ADENDUM: originally the entirety of this post consisted of “Wedding was nice. Shot some guns.” Shit, I think that would’ve read better.