Nuptial hijinks

The wedding weekend just past was a rousing success.

Friday night groom and groomsmen conciliatory shenanigans - intended as a sendoff for erstwhile singlehood - involved bad hats, a wee spot of liquor and a home karaoke machine.  I found out that I kick some serious ass when it comes to Eminem's Real Slim Shady.  All the other Slim Shadys are just imitating.  (I was accused of having pent-up angst.  It's the best kind, really.)

The Saturday morning and afternoon leading up to The Event consisted largely of napping and last minute scrambling.  It being my first time in a wedding party outside my own, the ceremony and subsequent events are largely anti-climactic for non-grooms.  Stand.  Look handsome.  Smile.  Photos.  Interminable receiving line.  Sit.  Eat.  Listen.  Dance like nobody's watching.  Consequence-Free Fun.

The outdoor ceremony threatened rain, but didn't.  The receiving line was, indeed, very long and I occupied myself by threatening to flirt with many of the women who passed by; I made good on some.  My darling wife stayed at the reception longer than I was anticipating and we both had to abandon the truck and cabbed it home (separately).  I was one of a small group that was followed out of the reception by the security guard who locked the doors behind us at 2 AM.  We shut the place down.

And, if memory serves, I may have been the one to organise a shirtless (albeit vest- and tie-clad) groomsmen-only dance floor homage to the bride a la Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy.  For which Amy (amid a couple dozen other horrified onlookers) scored pics and some video footage.

I'll see what I feel up to posting here tomorrow in terms of pictures and/or video.  Neither I nor most of the men I know associated with the wedding can ever run for political office for fear of the ramifications of some of that material leaking.

Comments

[Mark]

What is it about weddings that sparks so many political career-ending actions? At our reception, people who had never been drunk got quite sloshed, my mother split her skirt while dancing, a friend tossed used finger-foods on a girl's lawn after getting into a fist fight in the backseat of a car (over, wouldn't you know, politics), etc. And all of this happened after my bride and I left.

Them weddings is some nutty goings-on, I tell you. Glad you and yours survived.

[Linda]

I was patiently awaiting a reiteration of the wedding scenario and was so not disappointed. Sounds like a whole lotta fun. Would love to have seen the I'm Too Sexy show. That's one of my favorite songs for getting silly. Thanks for not D and D-ing. (rinking and riving.) Guess I can give up my secret desire to see you in the Canadian equivalent of the White House. :-(
(forgive my international ignorance)