This is a post I started after I attended my best friends wedding at the beginning of August and am only now posting at the request of one of my most loyal readers, "Your blog is seriously lacking."
When did this all happen? We grew up and now apparently it's time to get married. This last weekend I jumped a couple planes and stepped off at Sacramento International Airport, ready, with some slight trepidation, to attend the weekend festivities and as requested by the bride, sing as the bridesmaids made their long walks down the aisle before Ashley herself did the same. But all this would occur after I first stayed the night at Aaron and Megan's house for a quick visit that would never be long enough. Neither were actually there to pick me up because I had scheduled my flights to arrive as early in the day as possible not considering their work schedules, so my next step was getting into a disgusting shuttle with equally disgusting schmos and a driver whose eyeliner was too thick and hair that was unnaturally yellow (I mean, who are you kidding?). After this trip I decided that I would never fly coach again and never take a shuttle either. I am sorry Mr. I am past my 40's and studying to take the LSat but I do not want you spilling into my seat and I am not impressed with your practice booklet; please refrain from speaking to me.
After the plane and shuttle ride my trip could only get better. My time in Sac is never what I want it to be, unending. I love spending time with my favorite people who share the same last name as me and low-blows are never taken to heart but generally enjoyed and given the credit they deserve. Double-chins and comments about each others obesity are never off-limits and breaking into song about the ghetto are better than singing rounds of row, row, row your boat. The only thing that has changed is how late we stay up taking shots at one another. With the arrival of my cousin's first child and having work schedules that require their days to start at 5:30am, nights are called at 9:30pm instead of 2 and 3 in the morning and drinking has been reduced to a few MGD 64s which are great for avoiding a hangover in the morning but suck when you are chasing a buzz... you just never quite get there but we go to bed and call it a night anyways.
The next morning I woke up and took off to Napa. An hour drive isn't so bad; especially with a thermos of coffee to get me there. The wedding wasn't till the next day but the wedding rehearsal and dinner were that night and zipping (or sipping) around in Napa is not something I will say no to. The days activities went off without an incidence and the next day the wedding was about the same.... if you didn't count the woman who walked into the ceremony wearing a bright pink dress that may have been meant for a stripper (later we found out she had a little too much to drink and had she been a stripper the only thing she would have to take off was that dress. Just think her falling out of the car and legs in the air). Besides the inappropriately dressed woman who was the escort.. I mean girlfriend of a groomsman, the wedding was a blast, the food was awesome and the beer and wine were free. A perfect wine country wedding. Congrats to one of my best friends and her new husband!
