Lovely day here in Copenhagen today.  The sun came out.  I'm hesitant to declare the death of the wimpy Winter because I tried that two weeks ago, set off for the day in a Spring-weight jacket, then became rather grumpy when I was later snowed upon.

 

I decided to take a walk, which transitioned into going to visit the neighbours.  This was brave, as they're wild and inhuman.

 

  

Oh my!

 

Truthfully, I accidentally live in one of the poshest areas of Copenhagen, and just down the road, near my local castle, is the Zoo.  It's come a long way since in opened in 1859 and offered a seal in a bathtub and a turtle in a bucket.  I even got to see Kronprinsesse Mary's Tassie Devils.  There were wallabies too ('kænguru') - I couldn't tell if they were climate-responsively fuzzy or just fat. *sproing* *splat* *sproing* *splat*

 

 

   

 

UPDATE (the next day): And now it's snowing.  Isn't it lucky I didn't call Winter done, so it would have to turn around and spite me?

 

I had the rather distinct honour of being a witness at Charles and Jen's wedding in Seattle at the end of last month.  I was obnoxious enough to insist my role be referred to as "best man", though I gave the gift of Good Wine in penance.

 

The occasion was an excellent one.  The legalities were dispatched with at the Redmond Courthouse and were followed by a rollickingly good time at the reception, held at a super-fancy-pants theatre. 

 

Multitudes of photos are up on Flickr; The Dinge's are particularly good (my particular preference is for this astounding one of Yammy and Kindy, and this one of Tara and me trying desperately to live up to our pearls, but instead looking vaguely lobotomised.).