Damien's Wedding Party
|I met Curtis while we were
members of the Saint John's Men's Chorus. In fact, I
think that the first time we chatted was as we passed
through North Dakota on our way to Montana. Curtis is a
great singer, linguist, and canoe paddler.
While the Men's Chorus was on tour in Helena,
Curtis and some of the other Men's Chorus members had the great idea of breaking into the Senate
chambers to look around. All was well until some of
the Senators found us and asked us to sing to prove our
identities. Curtis is an Eagle Scout, and I was
fortunate enough to witness him walking his first little old lady across
Curtis and I are members of the Twin Cities based Chamber
Choir, Kantorei, and we recently relived the glory days of
collegiate tours past by traveling with the choir to Sioux
Falls, South Dakota. Several cans of Schell's beer and
one Harley-ambitious sound man later, we live to tell the
|Mr. Henderson is da flyest
whacked-out fella dis side of Compton, y'all. I had
the privilege of being Mike's Resident Assistant at NDSU,
and life has not been the same for me since.
led me on several hijinks, including taking his Ford Escort
and us airborne in
the center of one of Minnesota's finest stretches of
Interstate 94. After stalling our vehicle, walking to
the nearest farmhouse, and waking a middle-aged, grumpy
farmer greeting us in his "whitey tighty" underwear, Mike stated the
following epiphanous thought: "I think this happened for
a reason." Hmm. Maybe the reason is that we
shouldn't fall asleep while we drive?
also made a brief appearance as world-famous wrestler
"Leafy Scourge" at the WCW Thursday Night Thunder
at the Fargodome. Randy Morman and I accompanied Mr.
Scourge on an evening of doing good, including changing a
sign that once read, "PERMS ON SALE - $25".
It's amazing how one rearranged "S" on
"PERMS" can change the meaning entirely.
has spent the last year in China, Nepal, and other various
Asian locales. He is going
to be kind enough to return stateside for our wedding.
Incidentally, he and my personal attendant, Kendra, will be married on
July 14, 2001 (which happens to be Curtis Brown's
birthday). Coincidences abound. If you see a man
at the ceremony in a sari and exclaiming that he didn't mean
to milk the sacred cow that way, it's likely
|Mike Riehl was my first friend, though
you might not have recognized it when we were younger.
Mike is an excellent hunter and mechanic. I think he's
been hogging all the "guy's guy" genes.
When I was an toddler, I
fell of the couch and hit
my head. As a stroke of bad luck, Mike happened to be
sitting there with a hammer in his hand when my parents
walked into the room to investigate my cries. He was
unfairly punished, but I like to think that he was paying
for all the times that he would get away with wrongdoings later
in our childhood.
|Kenneth is the third of four
strapping Riehl boys. "Ken-boy" slowly
evolved into being "Ken-man" and his pacifier, or
"bab-iers" has transformed into an electric
guitar. Ken is a Senior at St. Mary's, and he will soon make the
transition to the real world, whatever that is.
Ken is probably the most physically fit of the Riehl
boys. He likely spends more time at the gym in a week
than I did my four years in high school. I still have
bigger pecs than he does, though. Or not.
|Dominic was called
"Baby" so often in his infancy that it was difficult to make the
transition to "Dom" when he stopped drooling and
pooping himself. After all, he was fourteen at the
time. Dom is still periodically called "Skeeter,"
though I'm not sure that he appreciates that term very much.
Dom has an
impressive sense of humor, which he has honed throughout the
years. I can't help but think that perhaps he will one
day be as witty as I am. Let's hope he's a bit more
|Who says that the groom can't
have a personal attendant? Kendra and I were RA's
together at good ol' NDSU. I thought that she was a
good Rollerblader®, so Ericka Bohnel and I introduced her to
Mike Henderson, who enjoys taking perfectly good roller
skates out of the trash. It was a match made in heaven (or the
Residence Dining Center), and I got two wedding party
members out of the deal. Kendra received her pharmacy
degree from NDSU (which means that she spent six years
learning how to count pills. Anybody can to that,
Kendra is currently doing some
fascinating pharmaceutical work for a Allina Health System.
However, no matter how nicely you ask, she will not
give you any smack. Believe me. An excellent friend, she makes sure that
the hijinks are rolling high at the various 768 Grand Avenue
parties like that depicted in the photo to the left.
Usher (Ush-es like a mofo)
|Mr. Gustafson and I first met
when we lived at the legendary domicile at 901 College
Street. We lived in the lap of luxury, and the beer
flowed like wine. Eric is a mechanical engineer,
though he breaks the mold by being interesting. You
can tell that he's an extroverted engineer because he looks
at MY shoes when he's talking to me.
After the bad dream associated with 901 College St., Eric
decided to subject himself once again to the punishment
inherent in living with me. I think that the thing I
like most about Eric is his undying love for our new
misunderestimated Chief Executive, "Dubya."
Eric can't say too many good things about the honorarious
fella from Texas. The strategery that he's been implementing is
unparallellogrammed. Mega-dittos, Rush.
Living with Eric has been a great experience, and he's
given me exposure to great music as diverse as Leo Kottke,
Radiohead and Björk. His outfits for our various costume
parties are without comparison. (See the
attached picture, and think of the Beastie Boys' video for
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|Gregg ("G-R-E-double Guh")
is fellow Bismarckian who I had the privilege of knowing
throughout high school and afterward. Though he has
gone to such low-rate schools as Notre Dame and Stanford,
I've still found it in my heart to hang out with him.
Gregg is currently working on his doctorate in Chemistry
at Stanford. He and his fiancée, Maria, will be
married in August in Maria's native Wisconsin. Gregg
is likely the most intelligent person I know, able to as
quickly quote Goethe as Ferris Buehler.
Gift Carrier / Ticket Person
|Randy and I have been partners in
crime for many, many years. His sense of the
ridiculous has served as amusement for me since we were
freshmen in high school. Once accused of allowing his
conversation to consist primarily of recycled movie quotes
to fit the situation, Randy has become a learned and witty
conversationalist who is fully capable of forming an
Randy now works for a technology company, Online
Benefits, in New York
City, and is generally regarded as an Internet guru of
sorts. He and his company are working toward an IPO,
dispelling the conventional wisdom that dot-coms have become
passé. When Randy overtakes Bill Gates as king of the
world, it's my hope that he will remember the little people
who went with him on a hike that lasted a bit too long. (See
the before and after pictures on the left)