Wedding blog

First off, congratulations to the bride and groom, what a big step.

I was lucky to get a room at the Hilton as I called on Friday and one had just opened up. My own room with my own king sized bed. Sweet.

I got dressed up and left my house with plenty of time to spare. It's a damn good thing too, as I realized that I had forgotten the gift after I had driven about 10 minutes. Now I think many people would have seen this as a really bad thing and gotten upset, but I was in a pretty happy mood and turned lemons into lemonade as I saw it as a good thing... I could have showed up emptyhanded, then I would have felt like a fool and gotten mad at myself. So no harm done there. One thing that did bother me a bit, though, was my hot hot car. Just temperature hot. I hated to start sweating in my nice clothes, but I did my best to hang my left arm out the window to use it as a cooling fin. It actually worked quite well. I don't plan on having to do that for much longer though... I found someone to sell my car to for a lot more than I would get for trade-in value... all I can say is that they must be desperate for a car. So, that's at the top of the list, I'll be looking into that this week. Something gas efficient and with A/C are all I care about at this point. Oh, sweet sweet A/C.

Anyways I showed up to the wedding about a half hour early and met with some old faces I haven't seen in years. How's he doing, how's she doing, stuff like that. I sat with my parents and one sister during the wedding which was a typically long Catholic ordeal. Man, I didn't think I'd have to deal with this, but I bit the hell out of my lips during the entire thing holding back tears. I haven't been to an emotional event like this in a while so it caught me by surprise, but I handled it without any tissues. The bride, however, cried during the whole thing :)

The dinner was good, and our table location in front of the bridesmaids didn't hurt either. After dinner some more conversations ensued and I got asked about what I'm doing now and if I have a wedding anytime in the future. Hmm, I'd say at least 5 years until I'll have to deal with that. The father of the groom, who I also know very well from hockey growing up, told me to ask his daughter to tell me which bridesmaids were single. The answer went something like "well she's got a boyfriend, she's married, she's also got a boyfriend...." I think there was only one single bridesmaid, and she was probably a foot taller than me. Super. Well so much for that. The evening pressed on with a cash bar and open beer bar, and people made their way to the dance floor. Somehow, some way, the groom's sister decided that she thought I could do the "worm" (a dance move, if you don't know). Hmm, what sort of vibe am I giving out? Well it turns out I do actually know how to do this, so I obliged and said I would do it... later. Anyways everyone danced themselves crazy, and it was an awesome time. When I finally got pressed hard to do my little worm dance I added some dramatics as I pretended to be falling over faceplant style but I was really just starting it that way. It must have looked good as after I did it a big circle formed around me, expecting more. I wasn't ready for this, so I panicked and ran away :P

After the reception, the young crowd headed for the bar. Unfortunately, somehow the bride's ex-boyfriend was at the same bar we went to... they were talking and I don't know what was said but she ended up in tears and he ended up getting kicked out of the bar. That's about all I know. After that things seemed fine. If he was waiting outside we had a big dude with us so I wasn't worried... plus I have been known to kick some ass in my day... wait that was a dream, damn.

Finally the bride and groom were ready to get back to the hotel, so we walked them back. At this point I was hungry again, and I began to ask where I could find some junk food pizza sort of place. At the hotel I asked the receptionist this, and she was like "oh, here take this, I don't want it". It was a freshly delivered box of cheese sticks from Domino's, untouched. Uhh, jackpot! I gave her some money for it then proceeded to protect that box like a hungry little critter until I got it back to my room. So yeah, it was a happy ending, just me and my breadsticks with dunking sauce. Wow, what a fun time.

So who's next? It might actually be my sister. We'll see. Time to get my 4 hours of sleep now, 'nite!