WEDDING BLISS
As promised, YOUR weekend recap!
Friday I took the day off and spent the morning/early afternoon with Kupchelitis cleaning up the house and even cleaning my room!
So Nic finally arrived about 3-ish, we picked up my Tux and headed to the rehearsal dinner. The dinner was course-by-course Italian family style, and we all ate WAY too much before heading to the church... which is where things got interesting.
During rehearsal, as my brother, Dan, my cousin, Monica, and I were hanging out in the Dawg Pound, cracking jokes and generally not paying attention (although it WAS cute that my sister cried so much she couldn't even PRACTICE her vows), a scrawny, (presumably) homeless man with long brown hair, and mathing beard made his way into the church. While there, he bowed down to the Virgin Mother and did some sort of weird incantations. It was then that we relized it: JESUS WAS IN ATTENDACE. Obviously, He came to wish my sister and brother-in-law luck in their new life together, and provide them with His blessing. Of course, he also talked to my brother in the lobby, and informed him that "marriage is tough... don't FUCK it up." Words do not do this turn of events justice.
After all the fun and games, Nic and I headed back to the Fo' and hung out for a while, before heading over to Sprout's house to try out his new and fantastic Adecco Deck. Much love to Sprout and the Mrs. for the beer, food, and hospitality.
Moving along, Saturday was a beautiful day for a wedding, so it was a good thing that we had one planned. My diminuative sister looked positively beautiful, and all family members (my teary-self included) were able to pretty much hold it together throughout the festitivities.
My dad's hillbilly-movie went over particularly well. I caught the garter belt, and was lucky enough to place it onto the lovely Third-Reader Kristy. Of course, a wonderful time was had with my supremely badass superdate and best friend, Nic, as well.
What can I say? I dont' remember a TON of specifics, because I was pretty hammered, but I do remember that nothing terrible happened, and everybody had a blast. And the DJ was good, too.
So that, as they say, is that- let it never be said that Knors, Gaiches, and Dilldines can't get down.
happy Monday, y'all.
-apk
Friday I took the day off and spent the morning/early afternoon with Kupchelitis cleaning up the house and
So Nic finally arrived about 3-ish, we picked up my Tux and headed to the rehearsal dinner. The dinner was course-by-course Italian family style, and we all ate WAY too much before heading to the church... which is where things got interesting.
During rehearsal, as my brother, Dan, my cousin, Monica, and I were hanging out in the Dawg Pound, cracking jokes and generally not paying attention (although it WAS cute that my sister cried so much she couldn't even PRACTICE her vows), a scrawny, (presumably) homeless man with long brown hair, and mathing beard made his way into the church. While there, he bowed down to the Virgin Mother and did some sort of weird incantations. It was then that we relized it: JESUS WAS IN ATTENDACE. Obviously, He came to wish my sister and brother-in-law luck in their new life together, and provide them with His blessing. Of course, he also talked to my brother in the lobby, and informed him that "marriage is tough... don't FUCK it up." Words do not do this turn of events justice.
After all the fun and games, Nic and I headed back to the Fo' and hung out for a while, before heading over to Sprout's house to try out his new and fantastic Adecco Deck. Much love to Sprout and the Mrs. for the beer, food, and hospitality.
Moving along, Saturday was a beautiful day for a wedding, so it was a good thing that we had one planned. My diminuative sister looked positively beautiful, and all family members (my teary-self included) were able to pretty much hold it together throughout the festitivities.
My dad's hillbilly-movie went over particularly well. I caught the garter belt, and was lucky enough to place it onto the lovely Third-Reader Kristy. Of course, a wonderful time was had with my supremely badass superdate and best friend, Nic, as well.
What can I say? I dont' remember a TON of specifics, because I was pretty hammered, but I do remember that nothing terrible happened, and everybody had a blast. And the DJ was good, too.
So that, as they say, is that- let it never be said that Knors, Gaiches, and Dilldines can't get down.
happy Monday, y'all.
-apk
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