DAILY DOSE: "Surprise, Surprise"
Woah. Just found this in my draft box... I started writing it last Thursday during lunch, right before I was interrupted by the calamity that was my First Major Judicial Frak-up. I'll point out below where I stopped, so you can see how happy I was before everything went to hell. It's taken me about a week to bounce back, and I'm only okay now because it seems like everything's going to work out okay...(knock on wood). Anywho, here goes:
I'm a Groomsman, bitches! Yes, it's true. It's true. I've been upgraded on the depth chart. Promoted to the Bigs. Tapped for promotion. Kup's Ushers-a-Plenty have just become full-time, all-out, heavy-duty Groomsmen. Which means, of course, tuxedos for everybody! Limo rides! A date with the hottie-southern-belle-single -braidsmaid! And ::gasp!:: Ring-Duties (i think). I hope I don't pull a Nate and forget the damn thing at the hotel. That would be disastrous.
This is gonna be good. I'm really excited, if you can't tell. I guess I hadn't realized how disappointed I was that Kup's wedding originally had no bridal party until now. Now? Now I'm the Best Unrelated Man, riding shotgun to "Wild" Bill Kupchelitis, father-extraordionaire and Best Man. Basically, that means we're going to empty the limo of all its liquor and pose for pictures in front of monuments while sporting tuxes. Truly, July 1 shall be a day to remember. Colour me primed and ready.
Okay...need to settle down. Now I have a question for y'all. Namely, "how many times can you be a groomsman and never be a groom?" Once 2006 is over, I will have appeared in my FIFTH wedding. That's frakkin' ridiculous. I guess this means I'm pretty close to a lot of people. Don't get me wrong, I'm honored beyond belief to have been in so many weddings. It's just going to make returning the favour someday nigh-impossible. Especially once you take into account the fact that I could legitimately appear in upwards of three-to-five more weddings, not counting Jerry's in September. Craziness.
And that's where I was interrupted. Since I'm never going to have the flava I was feeling there again, I'll sum up by saying that I can't wait to be in Kup's wedding. Also, did I mention the hottie southerner?
Really, the coolest thing about frat weddings, and stop me if I've mentioned this before, is that as one of the "Frat Guys," it's nearly expected that you get drunk, dance crazy, and hit on evrything cute and/or single at the reception. It's the closest thing you get, post-graduation, to having carte blanche in a party setting. There really are no rules (unless, of course, you end up at the horribleness that is the "stuffy frat wedding" absolutely no fun). But the "stuffy frat wedding" is a post for another time. If anyone's out there, now's a good time to share some high-quality wedding stories. Have I mentioned that I've caught two garter belts in my day? O.D.J., anyone?
Today's song is "Carriage" by the Counting Crows. A song I didn't even know was still on my computer. The WinAmp plays some mean, mean jokes on me, sometimes. Not that it's not wholly appropriate. Anyway, enjoy your Fridays/weekends. Go Team USA, enjoy your St. Patty's Day Celebrations, (PGH's is Saturday). I hope to have stories to tell.
Be good to each other,
-apk
I'm a Groomsman, bitches! Yes, it's true. It's true. I've been upgraded on the depth chart. Promoted to the Bigs. Tapped for promotion. Kup's Ushers-a-Plenty have just become full-time, all-out, heavy-duty Groomsmen. Which means, of course, tuxedos for everybody! Limo rides! A date with the hottie-southern-belle-single -braidsmaid! And ::gasp!:: Ring-Duties (i think). I hope I don't pull a Nate and forget the damn thing at the hotel. That would be disastrous.
This is gonna be good. I'm really excited, if you can't tell. I guess I hadn't realized how disappointed I was that Kup's wedding originally had no bridal party until now. Now? Now I'm the Best Unrelated Man, riding shotgun to "Wild" Bill Kupchelitis, father-extraordionaire and Best Man. Basically, that means we're going to empty the limo of all its liquor and pose for pictures in front of monuments while sporting tuxes. Truly, July 1 shall be a day to remember. Colour me primed and ready.
Okay...need to settle down. Now I have a question for y'all. Namely, "how many times can you be a groomsman and never be a groom?" Once 2006 is over, I will have appeared in my FIFTH wedding. That's frakkin' ridiculous. I guess this means I'm pretty close to a lot of people. Don't get me wrong, I'm honored beyond belief to have been in so many weddings. It's just going to make returning the favour someday nigh-impossible. Especially once you take into account the fact that I could legitimately appear in upwards of three-to-five more weddings, not counting Jerry's in September. Craziness.
And that's where I was interrupted. Since I'm never going to have the flava I was feeling there again, I'll sum up by saying that I can't wait to be in Kup's wedding. Also, did I mention the hottie southerner?
Really, the coolest thing about frat weddings, and stop me if I've mentioned this before, is that as one of the "Frat Guys," it's nearly expected that you get drunk, dance crazy, and hit on evrything cute and/or single at the reception. It's the closest thing you get, post-graduation, to having carte blanche in a party setting. There really are no rules (unless, of course, you end up at the horribleness that is the "stuffy frat wedding" absolutely no fun). But the "stuffy frat wedding" is a post for another time. If anyone's out there, now's a good time to share some high-quality wedding stories. Have I mentioned that I've caught two garter belts in my day? O.D.J., anyone?
Today's song is "Carriage" by the Counting Crows. A song I didn't even know was still on my computer. The WinAmp plays some mean, mean jokes on me, sometimes. Not that it's not wholly appropriate. Anyway, enjoy your Fridays/weekends. Go Team USA, enjoy your St. Patty's Day Celebrations, (PGH's is Saturday). I hope to have stories to tell.
Be good to each other,
-apk
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