Drink Rum

So the wedding this weekend was a blast. I don't think the internet has enough room left to detail all of the good fun, but here are some highlights.

The wedding was for one of the old college crowd gang... easily a group of the most awesome people never aborted. It was Melissa's, aka Kermit, wedding and she and her new husband chose the most "Kermit" location ever. It's basically a fun house. It's five row houses that have been merged together via secret passages, random rooms, and assorted routes. It also features a large amount of very clean, floor-to-ceiling mirrors that covered large areas of walls. It was not uncommon to open the door to a bathroom and excuse yourself because someone else appeared to be in there... until you realized it was just you in a mirror. We spent a good length of time exploring and finding as many secret passages as we could. I'm positive I only saw 20-30% of the place despite the effort. The place was also entirely for sale. Everything had a price tag on it. If you had a grandma that was really into LSD and retail, this was her house. It was awesome.

After dinner, we all decided to retire to the bridal log cabin upstairs. (It was really a logcabin room... Lincoln would have been proud.) Above the log cabin was a log cabin loft. We'd pilfered several bottles of wine and went to town drinking out of the glasses we found upstairs (priced from $2-$20 each).

The we (not wee) in this phase of the story was myself (hero), my wife, John, Cat, Matt, and Jay. John had just flown in from Sweden (and boy were his arms tired) but the airlines decided that his luggage could take a side trip to Zimbabwe. Matt and Jay were in from Seattle and Cat was up from the Norfolk/Virginia beach area. It was great, and a rarity, to get to see all of these people at once.

In the log cabin loft (of justice), I made myself comfortable behind a large, keyboard synthesizer and started pressing buttons hoping that something entertaining would come out of it. And of course it did. I found a piece of random animal pelt (no lie) that matched my hair color and put it on in a tribute to Motzart and Sideshow Bob. I'd found the keyboard's ability to make various "fanfares" and we'd decided to camp out up there until the bride and groom returned to make with the sex. I'd pre-authored his and hers orgasm fanfares so we thought that would nice for the newlyweds.

But then we got bored waiting... I think it was under a minute. Cat walked over to do something, I'm not sure what, but whacked her head on a low beam. It was funny, especially because she's tall and graceful. Before the night was through, she whacked her head at least twice more. In her defense, after mocking her, I promptly hit my own head on the same beam.

Cat and I also developed musical routines to help sell assorted tea products we found. I played random crap on the keyboard and she was the spokesmodel. It was pretty funny. Drunk funny.

That was immediately followed up by the discovery of several 1980's Bill Cosby reject sweaters. A fashion show was improvised.

It was a very, very good time.

I miss my college peeps. It reminds me of a time gone by.

I'm going to make plans to see them all again in the next few months. The only thing holding me back from doing this sort of thing more frequently is me.

I've spent too much time either chasing a career that sucks, or pursuing diversions that don't really divert.

Looks like I'll be visiting Seattle in July... first stop on my "don't wait 5 years for fun tour".

Also... Kermit's wedding gets mad props for having 478,562 different deserts.

Good times.