Weddings aplenty

Plenty of them for me, cause I don't need one myself right now.
Plenty of weddings, and plenty is one. But this one was a fun affair.
Waking up on Saturday was fun. Blake and Chris went for a walk first thing, Chris never eats breakfast and Blake wanted to go exploring. They found my blue wristband that I had left on the beach the night before. Greg wanted, as usual, nothing less or more than cereal, but we had no spoons or bowls so Chris went to get him one, and was taken to the mealhall or whatever it was by White Point buggy. Greg finally had three bowls of cereal. Emily and I made do with drinking granola, bananas and soymilk from coffee mugs earlier.
Then we hung around and watched dumb tv for a while, while everyone was waking up.
Eventually we went to get some eats at the Seaside Takeout. What a cute little spot. Pretty homey, and if they had had a seventh burger, say a veggie one, I would've been in heaven. I enjoyed a bunch of fries off other people's plates and filled my void by filling out a comment card like such:
"This is the most charming take-out I've ever been in, and the best around so I hear. It would be even greater, though, if you had a veggie burger as an option. You could even keep them in the freezer and make them to order. I wish I had been able to eat here, but I have a lot of sensitivities. Keep on rockin' it."
And so I came home and ate another muffin and probably some bread and realized I'd be eating at the wedding later anyway. So we drove around Liverpool, saw another couple wedding parties, got a tour of all the notable places, and then dropped Chris off at Mike Murph's. I wish we'd had time to walk around town, which I've never been able to do (maybe next time) but it didn't fit into our itinerary. We did, though, drive a loop through somewhere whose name escapes me, but we saw Hunt's Point, where Janice and Harris and some other folks lived, and some remarkable sights. I want to live there so I can always breathe salty air. it makes me want to bother to live.
After our tiny Liverpool adventure, we came back, smoked a little, got prettied up, did a photoshoot by the doin' it rocks outside our cabin, and drove to the ceremony.
It was kind of unreal when we arrived. Darcy and KC were playing guitar, and everyone was in their finest (it was unusual for me to see this crew look so formal, let alone so beautiful). After receiving one of four of the collectable wedding programs (the nicest, most tactful, least wasteful and most original I've seen) and refusing a bottle of bubbles in case someone more apprciative might want one, I was seated by none other than Patrick Whitty beside none other than Jonnie Turner.
We got situated, looked around for any notables-- there was Cory Lav, Janice, Allie and some other rocker girls who later were informally introduced to me as Beth Bowers and someone Zwicker or someone (she left before the party started, or something), and Jason Oickle and mostly people I didn't know and would never meet.
After what seemed like a long time (only because Greg was not taking his own usual advice in being patient-- "get on with it. ") and must've seemed even longer for the wedding party, the more specifically wedding music began and the wedding party walked quicklier than usual (to my utter satisfaction, because I hate ceremonial slow walking) to get to the "front" of the "scene" where the "x" marked the spot for the "wedding" about to take place.
Everyone looked awesome, and Meaghan looked even awesomer. Her dress was perfectly suited for her and she glowed as she began the moment she'd been pining for for again, what seems like an eternity, but really seemed to occur all of a sudden, and was over so quickly.
And you couldn't hear anything save for an occasional word, but in my selfish opinion that was best (altho i know, not in general, and really not at all) for me specifically, because I am an emotional wreck and I would've lost it. This only made it necessary for me to brush a few tears away. Hearing it would have made me lose it. It's like how girls watching porn doesn't usually do it for us, we'd rather you talk to us in a sexy way. Janice was not so lucky, and was near "blubbering" (the new word for Hunsley-man crying that Greg learned at my grandmother's funeral).
Apparently, Armand Wigglesworth married them twice, which I kind of thought I caught, but wasn't sure. And we did hear Susan read Corey's poem, which was lovely, and saw them kiss, which was lovely and bizarre (because shit, Brian and Meaghan are married now).
Next, we mingled with the Liverpals and I finally got to meet Cindy and Darryl which was amazing. Apparently Pat Fry has told Cindy countless stories about Blake and I(she doesn't eat meat and now Greg doesn't eat meat and well at at least they aren't malnourished maybe being vegetarian made them fat blake's gay you know i wonder if she'll like all her presents from eddie bauer why doesn't she want to go to smitty's she talks back to me sometimes ans she never has the right kind of tea when I come over...)
So then we go to join Chris after learning nothing new in the receiving line (Poor Debbie and David must've been shellshocked), and the first thing he said was to Greg, "Where were you? You were supposed to have a boutineer and stand somewhere or something (my memory trails off)" and apparently Greg didn't know. Brian had said his preence was optional, and then we left Chris there for pics and flew back to our temporary home at White Point to drink before the reception (Greg didn't drink, for the record. He worked on his speech).
So drink we did and Chris returned eventually with an obsene case of beer, obsene mostly in comparison to the numerous bottles of wine, other cases of beer, coolers and 40 of Stoli we had already in the room. And we put the finishing touches on Brian and Meaghan's card and then got jiggy with the reception.
And we got there and it started pretty much when we got there. Our timing was indeed impecable. And soonafter I got there I had to return to retrieve the CD for the dance that for some reason was in our room and because Greg for some reason forgot it. Blake and I each did a shot of vodka before we returned, and on the way I made him pretend that it was 5 am and that we were Oprah and Stedman on our morning powerwalk.
The reception was pretty fun from my perspective, we got to listen to Greg, I had no idea that things weren't going as planned as far as desserts and cakes etc. I was at the significant champs table which was a good spot to be sitting because we had a sweet view of the ocean and were as close to the podium and the headtable as any table was. Mostly, we spent the whole time larfin' it up and arguing over which song to sing with love in it because we wanted to be original and sing something cool and nobody knew the same songs and i wanted to sing a medley to "consolidate" as Greg would've said, our choices, and then the jerks at the next table apparently overheard my cool idea and sang a medley and the only original thing our table did was not bother to sing which was probably a good idea because some of us were drunk.
The food was awesome. I'd never considered chickpeas and corn together before, but it was good. There was a lot of vegetarian stuff already there, so Gunner and I decided to have everyone else's food as an appetizer and then scarf down our tofu stirfries. I stuffed myself because I knew I wasn't gonna have dessert.
And then the speeches, which were more intersting than the ones I've heard at before, and Brian's especially, was a panty-bundler (which I'm sorry Greg, didn't turn up on urbandictionary.com or even in a google search, even tho I really wanted it to).
And I got really emotional and had to wipe some dumb tears away and it was a dumb time to be sitting fair in front of the podium. What a dumb time to mention that they're moving to Japan. All it did was make me upset. Dumb jerks.
And eventually the reception was over so we went home to chill and drink some more before the dance. And then we were at the dance and I decided to dance my face off. I wasn't trashed and I stopped drinking as soon as I got the worst drink I'd ever tasted from Casey the bartender. The lime and vodka I had tasted like koolaid concentrate with extra sugar and extra sour. And then I needed some water to dilute it with, and he gave me warm water. not room temperature, but warm. I can't believe Blake wanted to do this guy-- if he couldn't make a drink, how telling is that about his dryhumping skills?
Oh yeah, I started dancing. And by this time the official dances were over, and there were mostly a lot of 80s songs, etc and I pretty much sat down for the 50s ones because I'm not so into them, and since the older folks weren't into dancing (perhaps because they were intimidated by our cool dance stylings?) the dance floor was empty sometimes. But in general everyone was a good sport and danced a lot-- I did most of my dancing with Crystal which was really fun, because I've never spent much time with her before, and she's such a cool girl. And also with Blake (who is always a fien dance partner, especially to that sexy dirty song whose name escapes me mostly because i don't think i ever knew it. our dancing probably freaked the elders out, and probably would have moreso had they known we were siblings) and Janice (who was sharvin' for it all night, and wanted to make the elders feel uncomfortable by getting fresh with me which was fun and hot and she's also a great one to have hung out with, altho she is always in montreal) and it was cool that Casey was on the dancefloor for a good long while and Cory Lav and Jen representin' all night and Greg up to dance when he sobered up a bit, and of course the lovely Bride and Groom and Emily and Chris who danced once and won the spot dance prize which is whitewater rafting or something in shubenacadie or something and a bbq or something and something and clover, and mike murphy and everyone who danced and it was awesome to cut a communal rug with all those champs at once. I love so much to dance in good company, and to decent songs, especially ones I don't have at home.

And man, as much as I hate to, I must finish for the night because my wrist is aflame with pain because of an old work injury and I will finish later. Ablast afire ahell ahno.