There is coffee drinking, and then there is coffee drinking. The sort that energizes the core so deeply that your ancestors get a pop of extra jive in their step.

In other words: jet lag. It’s got me, the foul-jawed creature that appears after rapidly traveling through time and space on a 767 jetliner.

We have been back in Denver for two days now. The Jet Lag hasn’t been wholly debilitating. It has been wholly coffee-inducing however. Java, sweet alertness doth you bestow upon me.

I feel I haven’t fully processed our trip yet. I haven’t arranged my photos, or made note of impressions and thoughts. This trip yearns for thoughtful consideration. However, such pondering has to be delayed for a bit longer, for tomorrow, we embark to San Francisco.

After an 11-month engagement, my mother will be getting married this Saturday. We have all been happily anticipating this occasion since she first told us of her engagement (a story she conveyed in a British pub here in Denver – how is that for full circle?). All us children types will be participating in the ceremony in some way. I will be in the bridal party and photographing the day. Luckily, we didn’t have to conduct a cloning experiment to make this possible. Dan will be manning the helm during the ceremony itself, and then we’ll co-shoot the rest of it.

So! Until we meet again, I leave you with this, one of my favorite photos thus far from our visit to La Tour Eiffel.

Tune in next time when we further dive into London and Paris revelry; discuss the details of my mother’s big day; and deconstruct just how much coffee it takes before my nervous system pops right out of my body and does a little tap number a la’ Singing in the Rain before the startled masses. I foresee a late night talk show tour circuit in our future. (Say that five times fast.) (The extra shot in my afternoon latte may have been overkill.)

Happy Thursday to you! -a.e.