Long time no blog
Okay, long stretch of time since my last post.. and yes it has been a trend (actually a habit) that I forget to update. But here ya go...
Spent most of last week sick as a dog coughing up mucu.... err....bad start. But, yes violently ill and it's sad I got my wife sick too. -moving on- I was also honored last saturday to attend the (official) wedding of my longtime friend Dave to his lovely wife Katherine. It was on the far north side of town which gave me time to fester some ill founded paranoia about my reunion with 2 of my best friends, Dave and Chris whom I havent seen since my senior year of high school. I guess it took me only a few seconds muster up the courage but the second I stepped past the enterance with my lovely wife in tow, my cold sweat and fear was replaced with fond memories. A flood of happy moments. These were the closest people I had to brothers and seeing them again confirmed that. We spent many a lunch hour crammed into Chris's MG (one behind the seat - usually me) on a glorious trip to Lucky Wishbone with money my mother had intended for less greasy fare. We spent weekends hanging out together and weekdays commiserating the fact they didn't go by fast enough. And I will remember seeing them again for a very long and happy time. Okay...enough kleenex moment...on with the story
After the heartfelt reunion we ambled up to the bar to quench our thirst and asked humbly "how much?"...and lo and behold, we were audience to two of the greatest words in the english language.. "open bar" Awkwardly ordering a drink we wandered back to the wedding party to catch up further on old times (sans Dave sadly who was battling with the photographer who fired off photo after photo like a tailgunner in an old war film)
After the paparazzi barrage it was time to eat...single file, people of the uttmost importance first. Strangely reminiscent of the Bataan death march, people ever-so-slowly inched their way towards savory morsels as others watched hungrily from their tables waiting to be ushered over to the feast -again, in single file. Small coups being plotted in the crowds not fortunate enough to have a table to be called from. One by one the revolutionaries made small raids when no one was looking with treasure securely in hand to be enjoyed safely out of harms way (aka the catering gestapo). Sheri and I waited outside patiently under the stars outside, cool jazz playing on the annoying DJ's loudspeaker my sexy wife to my right hand side. Very much a John Hughes moment that you'd never believe could happen in a million years (and DUH I did kiss her) ...but after that hunger took hold and it was our turn to raid the banquet. Very good food...but the nazi caterers stole my plate before I could finish, but with 2 rum and cokes, one gin and tonic, and one bloody mary I was looking for adventure. As I stood in the back, the toasts began...AHA! ADVENTURE! As I plotted for a way to make every bizarre face I could at Dave, the main toast was over. As I felt my opportunity to make a lasting (albeit bad) impression fading away two more wonderful words passed by my ears "open mic..." As I lumbered my heavily inebriated yet fashionably dressed ass over to the MC, I saw the semi panicked look on the faces of those fortunate enough to know what I'm capable of. "I've known this man for many years, and there's nothing bad I can say about him ...at least not in front of all of you..." was all I can remember, but I was told the speech was pretty charming and thankfully short. Most of what came after was a blur...a Celine Dion song and a large woman dipping a semi-afraid emaciated man and cheese...then nada.
Although the night's events were shrouded in mystery. I know one thing...My two best friends are alive and well, and still consider me a bud. And I'm happy with that.
...Oh, and Rob when ya coming down ya fucker?! Call me...jesus...
Spent most of last week sick as a dog coughing up mucu.... err....bad start. But, yes violently ill and it's sad I got my wife sick too. -moving on- I was also honored last saturday to attend the (official) wedding of my longtime friend Dave to his lovely wife Katherine. It was on the far north side of town which gave me time to fester some ill founded paranoia about my reunion with 2 of my best friends, Dave and Chris whom I havent seen since my senior year of high school. I guess it took me only a few seconds muster up the courage but the second I stepped past the enterance with my lovely wife in tow, my cold sweat and fear was replaced with fond memories. A flood of happy moments. These were the closest people I had to brothers and seeing them again confirmed that. We spent many a lunch hour crammed into Chris's MG (one behind the seat - usually me) on a glorious trip to Lucky Wishbone with money my mother had intended for less greasy fare. We spent weekends hanging out together and weekdays commiserating the fact they didn't go by fast enough. And I will remember seeing them again for a very long and happy time. Okay...enough kleenex moment...on with the story
After the heartfelt reunion we ambled up to the bar to quench our thirst and asked humbly "how much?"...and lo and behold, we were audience to two of the greatest words in the english language.. "open bar" Awkwardly ordering a drink we wandered back to the wedding party to catch up further on old times (sans Dave sadly who was battling with the photographer who fired off photo after photo like a tailgunner in an old war film)
After the paparazzi barrage it was time to eat...single file, people of the uttmost importance first. Strangely reminiscent of the Bataan death march, people ever-so-slowly inched their way towards savory morsels as others watched hungrily from their tables waiting to be ushered over to the feast -again, in single file. Small coups being plotted in the crowds not fortunate enough to have a table to be called from. One by one the revolutionaries made small raids when no one was looking with treasure securely in hand to be enjoyed safely out of harms way (aka the catering gestapo). Sheri and I waited outside patiently under the stars outside, cool jazz playing on the annoying DJ's loudspeaker my sexy wife to my right hand side. Very much a John Hughes moment that you'd never believe could happen in a million years (and DUH I did kiss her) ...but after that hunger took hold and it was our turn to raid the banquet. Very good food...but the nazi caterers stole my plate before I could finish, but with 2 rum and cokes, one gin and tonic, and one bloody mary I was looking for adventure. As I stood in the back, the toasts began...AHA! ADVENTURE! As I plotted for a way to make every bizarre face I could at Dave, the main toast was over. As I felt my opportunity to make a lasting (albeit bad) impression fading away two more wonderful words passed by my ears "open mic..." As I lumbered my heavily inebriated yet fashionably dressed ass over to the MC, I saw the semi panicked look on the faces of those fortunate enough to know what I'm capable of. "I've known this man for many years, and there's nothing bad I can say about him ...at least not in front of all of you..." was all I can remember, but I was told the speech was pretty charming and thankfully short. Most of what came after was a blur...a Celine Dion song and a large woman dipping a semi-afraid emaciated man and cheese...then nada.
Although the night's events were shrouded in mystery. I know one thing...My two best friends are alive and well, and still consider me a bud. And I'm happy with that.
...Oh, and Rob when ya coming down ya fucker?! Call me...jesus...