Garrett McGuiness

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( Garrett McGuiness. )

I'm getting married tomorrow (technically since it's after midnight). I'm not really one to get mushy but Beth's really great. She's more than merely "great" obviously but she knows that. Anyway she's put up with me for a long time and I really appreciate it. And pretty soon we're going to be adopting a kid. I don't know we've made a big announcement about it but...there it is. Not that we need to do these things but it seems to be the way it's done around here. Maybe I'm also excited. And a little drunk. More than a little. I mix great drinks.

Thank god there's more than one McGuiness in town because if we had to house all the visiting ones for this thing I would go insane. I feel like I'm halfway there already. My mom's been getting weirdly emotional. Don't tell her but I think she's always been pleasantly surprised that I survived the 80s. Don't get me wrong I'm surprised too. Pleasantly goes without saying. So she's happy I'm finally getting married. I don't know why I'm talking about this. I guess it's better than talking to my sister-in-law who isn't shutting up in the kitchen right now. She'll never read this so I can safely say I never liked her.

I don't know where Beth went.

If Beth and I expect to actually get to the endgame of this adoption thing we're going to have to actually get married soon.

(We've been engaged for so long that sometimes I forget that we're not actually married yet.)

I was disappointed to see that Oregon does not do common law marriage. But something tells me that might actually be more complicated than actual marriage anyway.

Once we figure out a date we'll tell you to save it.

Here's the news: Beth and I are going to try to adopt.

Don't spread this around just yet. We're looking into it.

Nothing like a quarantine to make you consider major life-changing decisions.

Almost everyone in my family (in town) is in the hospital right now. This is fantastic and not at all stressful.

Taylor, do you want to come over for dinner tonight? I can make tacos or something.

Can we take a couple of moments here to eulogize R.E.M.? It's been a few days and I still find this news about as depressing as news like this can be. And I was just thinking the other day about how they'd been together so damn long. None of my favorite bands are in tact anymore. Fuck I'm old.

Favorite R.E.M. songs, people. Let's hear 'em. Here's mine. (Was I really 14 when that came out? Someone Logan's Run me please.)

Well at least I'll only have to turn 40 once.

LAYLA I AM OKAY. The CT scan came back clear. No internal bleeding. As of last night so let's hope things stay that way. I've just got a nasty bruise on my face is all.

What a great way to spend the Fourth. Next time someone please remind me that my romanticized notions of getting involved in a fight are nowhere near the reality.

Help. I'm drowning in drunk tourists. And sadly not in tips.

Holy shit this sounds like paradise.

Does anyone else feel like the Halloween season was unusually long this year? I guess because it was on a Sunday everyone felt the need to party through the whole weekend. And the days leading up to the weekend. Regardless I'm so glad I have to wait another year before I have to work the bar for another couple hundred douchebags in Jersey Shore and Lady Gaga costumes.

To: Cormac
From: Garrett
Subject: (no subject)

What the fuck should we do about Layla?

Moving sucks ass. I'm not exactly in love with the place we got, but if I never had to lug a box or rearrange a room or wait for the guy to hook up our internet again that'd be fine with me.