Sunday, August 17, 2008

wasn't in vegas, so I guess I can tell

We met at a mexican place... I was there early, so I had a corona with the obligatory lime while I waited for Bride, and I tried to avoid a sloshing pitcher of margaritas being held by a very young, very stupid, very drunk boy

Bride's friend had various goodies for us to be silly with. (I was renamed Trixie during the meal) I believe I had two margaritas at the restaurant (with salt). There was another bride there, and her slutty attendants (she had a few too many) all had corny t-shirts and neon fake Britney sort of wigs - pink, blue, green, etc. Get some class.

We went on to parade the bride through a wannabe casino and go to the very lame dance club therein. It was tactical, we knew we wouldn't be crushed in a college crowd there. We listened to 80's rap (Salt n Pepa and so on) that I last heard in college, and saw some very, um, well, pathetic people. (Black knee high boots with soooo many buckles. She frightened me.) There were beers and shots called a purple motherf***** that I rather liked.

At one point the bride paid me $10 to dance with one of those "I've got the moves so I WILL dance all by myself" guys. My personal objective was to not actually let him physically contact me in any way, and I succeeded in my mission.

The bridal veil attracted random conversation... for some reason "how old is Carly really" came up more than once and I was pegged at 36, and even 31 by my favorite liar. Thank you, made my day, married, buh bye.

We spoke to 3 different people to get ONE of the 25 screens turned to NBC, just in time to see THE race go off. When Lezak touched the wall, Foxxy and I were screaming, high fiving, and going nuts. No one else in the place cared. Communist bastards.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I cared, I cared SO MUCH. And I point out, once again my boy L carried it home.

Things will get better... right?

I distinctly remember a day in... maybe February?  I remember the moment, but not what day it was. I was sitting at work thinking about plan...