THE MONDAY HANGOVER, PART III: HULK SMASH!

Because I’m tired of writing, and because his Saturday night was MUCH more interesting than beers on the Bored-walk, I’ve opened things up for Banner to tell us all about Saturday, from Wedding on. When you’re reading it and thinking, “Hell, this is rambling and devoid of punctuation,” just remember that Banner has muscles, and he’ll kick your ass. Thus, I didn’t’ edit. Much thanks Oar-man!

Knor,to the best of my knowledge this is how my sat went...standard fare for the reception. got the obligitory pics taken beforehand then made our way to Breakers...game on! we all killed crab cakes, bruschetta, and whatever else was on those trays. as we were holding our ground just outside where they were bringing them out not too many trays made it by for some time. the bar was open and we were doing our best to kill whatever alcohol they had behind there. the groomsmen retired to the basement and awaited our introductions. after some pomp and pagentry and a well-spoken prayer from one of the "hired guns" we all sat at attention and intently listened to what we had all come to see....no, not the first dance, nate's speech. oh and did he ever deliver! if you weren't there, words would be a gret injustice to that extemporaneous masterpiece. at one point I think that he refered to me as james ernest...and we'll leave it at that. a few sentimental tear-filled dances with moms and dads later we were all off and running. although you told me about this later, the nate conversation with the bartender regarding what he wanted with his whiskey was perhaps one of the greatest alcoholic quotes ever. "A glass" tremendous. the food was great, but the waitreses were better. unfortunately (and yes we did ask and made a damn good case for them) we were not allowed to dance with them. standard fare of eating, cake-cutting, and much imbibing followed. Afterwards we were hurriedly ushered out, took some more pics (look for them in Dickinson magazine sometime soon), and some of us went for a swim...tux pants and all. I and I think everyone else were all well off by this point and headed back to the hotel for more debauchery. buff and smith, I think, were out to get beers so we hijacked some from the hotel somehow and caused a ruckus poolside for the better part of an hour. a few noise complaints and a pissed of employee later we headed back to the rooms, filled the tub with ice and beer and got ready for the rest of the evening. I forget what the name of the bar was that we were supposed to be going to, but I know that kup, jeff and I never made it. I left a little early because we wanted to stop and get something to eat and I was in desperate need of gas. as kup wanded me in (thanks to Captain Bill for that!) jeff dropped to idea of going to an OAR concert just up to road on us. about 0.2 seconds later we were getting beer next door and rolling up the GSP to the show. free VIP parking later (thanks to Jeff for moving those barriers aside) we had yards of beer and tickets in hand. we managed to get to the front of the lawn area as they came on. perfect timing! great show! they walked off to Sunday Bloody Sunday right after Crazy Game of Poker...yeah, yeah you got that right. a few purposely spilled yards of urine later (6 feet of pee is quite impressive if you've never seen it) we ventured back to the parking lot to finish the beers in the cooler and tried to snag some poor unsuspecting ladies...mission accomplished on both counts thanks to Face! we finished all of our beers, went to their car, finished their beers, talked to some staties and proceeded to do about 500 power slides in my car in the empty parking lot. I now need 2 new rear tires, but it sounded like a great idea at the time. beers gone it was time for the bar. we immediately feared for our lives as we realized that the 400+lb guy across the bar was the brother of the "Jersey girl" that we, ok I came in with. I though we were going to die if we made any sudden movements. luckily there was only time for on beer before last call. when in Rome, do as the Romans do, so we were off to Guido's Jughandle Diner down the road. a lot of greasy food later it was 3:30AM and it was time to go home. we said our goodbyes to "jersey girl", "booby mcgee", and "john john" and staggered back to the hotel. we got lost, got straightened out by a well-timed call from jersey girl and headed home. finding everyone on the hotel room sleeping, much to our dismay, me raised hell. there was name calling, nate was accosted by kup with a pillow, and you and broms just tried to ignore us. nature, always up for a brewtus, minced his was to the tub and threw a few brain bombs at us. drinking at 4 am when you're already wasted is a great idea. finally we all succumbed to the effects of a very long weekend and passed the hell out.....Saturday was finally over, but we have the pics to prove everything! cheers to jeff's camera phone. it was, by far, the most jersey night that I have ever had. it was spectacular thanks to kup, jeff, OAR, some jersey girls, and most importantly, BEER! at least that's what I remember of it anyway.if you need to fill in any gaps, ask kup, but i'm not sure that he remembers anymore that I do.bahahahahaha-BB

And there you have it, ladies and gents-- my weekend, in three bite-sized morsels! enjoy! and start posting! (btw: it's AMAZING that GrampyStaub actually registered as "GrampyStaub")

see yinz tommorrah, n'at!
-apk