Last night marked the beginning of my swinging single days. And naturally, how do I kick off being single? Well, what else other than celebrating a birthday for my favorite brother-in-law (PJ).
Yesterday was PJ's birthday. It also wasn't until yesterday that Karen and I were invited to PJ and my favorite sister-in-law's (Janine) place for the celebration. I guess it was spur of the moment. Either that, or we were "Plan B" guests. Either way, it was good to see everyone before my little fifteen month old daughter (Briana) had a meltdown.
I don't get to see PJ's brother (Michael) that much. So it was good to see him. And I really haven't seen Janine or her BFF (Gretchen) in awhile either. All in all, it was a nice visit.
Karen and I were actually running a little late for the party because we had to make a quick pit stop at the mall. As part of our warranty on our jewelry, we have to get our jewelry inspected every six months or so. Luckily for us, we have this warranty.
It turns out that the diamonds on my wedding band, and also on Karen's wedding band, were loose. Mine was actually worse than Karen's because my stone was chipped. Apparently, my vigorous typing with my ring finger is detrimental to diamonds.
Needless to say, Karen and I had to have our wedding bands shipped to the company for repair. And I must say, it definitely does feel awkward not having that ring around my finger. My thumb keeps going to play with the ring, only to find that the ring is no longer there. It's weird.
So for the time being, I'm single again. Ladies beware! Too bad I suck at being single. At least Karen can still say she's engaged because that ring was okay.
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Saturday, July 16, 2011
Monday, August 11, 2008
I Suck At Wedding After Parties
this past saturday, my friends (garv and leeann) got married. they had a very nice wedding celebration in chinatown. following the wedding, garv had asked that i go to the after wedding party being held at the hotel suite they were staying at in the hyatt hotel...
little did he know, i suck at wedding after parties. but, who was i to deny a groom on his wedding day? subsequently, my friend (ron) who was in garv's wedding party, also asked if i could drive him home in his car because we live fairly close to one another.
well... chauffeuring is what i do best... apparently. so i went to the after party. it goes without saying that ron drank a little too much. for some reason, he decided to transport the cake from the reception to the hotel... by carrying it on his head. along the way, he would ask random strangers if they wanted a bite of the cake... taking occasional bites himself. ron was absolutely covered in cake frosting. it was all over his tux, his face... everywhere.
while at the after party, ron eventually got changed thanks to garv's brother (kevin). he would continue the good times well into the night. i spent most of the night with my friend (scott), my friend's brother (adam), and my other friend (kim). we were probably the only sober ones there... with the exception of kim who got a little glassy eyed. i take that back, my friend (sam) and his wife (tara) were there too and they didn't drink either. they did a little canoodling in the corner... on a single chair.
anyway, as usual adam passed out. he is narcoleptic. so, we let him sleep on the couch until it came time for him to meet up with his bartender girlfriend after work (which would be about 3:30am). in the meantime, i got to live it up with the young'uns (because sadly, i was one of the older people there.) and by live it up, i mean talk people down from balconies.
there was one blonde girl at the after party... who i noticed of course because i am attracted to shiny objects. she was absolutely trashed... and quite frankly... looked a little trashy and i don't mean in the inebriation sense of the word with her underwear hanging out and multiple men rubbing her feet. well, for some reason... she had an argument with one of the guys there and leapt over the railing and onto the balcony. given that we were fairly high up... in a suite and all... we attempted to talk her down. she was like... and i paraphrase "all you guys ever do is poop on me because i'm the only white person here." she, of course, was mistaken. she wasn't the only white person there. and in my attempt to be rational with her, i also told her that i like white women... so i most likely would not poop on her. we eventually got her to get down and back on the right side of the railing, but it wasn't due to my rationalizations of course.
anyway, ron continued to party it up. in fact, he partied it up so much that he passed out. so now adam had a partner to be passed out with... albeit for different reasons. well, it wasn't too long before we woke adam up. his girlfriend came to meet him at the hotel. so they left together. from there, we started to wake ron up... that's when the fun started.
ron swayed back and forth... trying to stay awake. we had to pat ron down to look for his car keys. as it turned out... he didn't even have his car keys on him. in what is known as hindsight, ron thinks his keys were in his suit that he gave to kevin when he changed out of his cake encrusted tuxedo. kevin, unfortunately, had long since went home. bummer... although it's probably better anyway because as i came to find out during the after party... ron's car... is manual. he didn't tell me that fact so i wouldn't have been able to drive his car anyway... or at least... drive it well.
lucky for us, scott was still there and offered to drive everyone home. when we asked ron if he had his house keys... he said it was with his car keys... d'oh again. in ron's drunken stupor, however, he said we wouldn't need the house key anyway. i assumed that meant we could go through his garage door via his keypad or something.
needless to say, scott and i walked ron down to the lobby of the hotel. while scott got the car, ron passed out again on the bench outside. kim was still with us too... she was the backup plan for driving ron's car because she had a vague knowledge of driving manual. plus, she wanted to make sure adam was able to meet up with his girlfriend.
we got ron in the car and did a quick tour of chinatown to make sure ron's car was still where he had left it... at the china pearl restaurant parking lot. it took awhile to get ron to tell us where the car was... but we found it. the car was still there. too bad the doors to the car were locked.
so, we embarked on our little ride home. after dropping off kim in quincy, scott drove us to pembroke where ron lives. ron was still passed out in the back seat. when we finally got to ron's house, both scott and i looked for a way into ron's house. the doors were locked. there also... was no keypad for the garage doors. this was not good. eventually, ron woke up and called his wife. she did not look too happy... in part because it was already 5 in the morning by this point...
anyway, she unlocked the front door for ron. well, i finally made it home too. after walking through the front door, i went upstairs to my bedroom and crashed. it was a long day... and night... and morning. thankfully, scott was there at the after party. i don't know what we would have done otherwise. thanks scott!
ADDENDUM:
(pictured below is ron with the cake. picture taken by guest photographer... kim.)
little did he know, i suck at wedding after parties. but, who was i to deny a groom on his wedding day? subsequently, my friend (ron) who was in garv's wedding party, also asked if i could drive him home in his car because we live fairly close to one another.
well... chauffeuring is what i do best... apparently. so i went to the after party. it goes without saying that ron drank a little too much. for some reason, he decided to transport the cake from the reception to the hotel... by carrying it on his head. along the way, he would ask random strangers if they wanted a bite of the cake... taking occasional bites himself. ron was absolutely covered in cake frosting. it was all over his tux, his face... everywhere.
while at the after party, ron eventually got changed thanks to garv's brother (kevin). he would continue the good times well into the night. i spent most of the night with my friend (scott), my friend's brother (adam), and my other friend (kim). we were probably the only sober ones there... with the exception of kim who got a little glassy eyed. i take that back, my friend (sam) and his wife (tara) were there too and they didn't drink either. they did a little canoodling in the corner... on a single chair.
anyway, as usual adam passed out. he is narcoleptic. so, we let him sleep on the couch until it came time for him to meet up with his bartender girlfriend after work (which would be about 3:30am). in the meantime, i got to live it up with the young'uns (because sadly, i was one of the older people there.) and by live it up, i mean talk people down from balconies.
there was one blonde girl at the after party... who i noticed of course because i am attracted to shiny objects. she was absolutely trashed... and quite frankly... looked a little trashy and i don't mean in the inebriation sense of the word with her underwear hanging out and multiple men rubbing her feet. well, for some reason... she had an argument with one of the guys there and leapt over the railing and onto the balcony. given that we were fairly high up... in a suite and all... we attempted to talk her down. she was like... and i paraphrase "all you guys ever do is poop on me because i'm the only white person here." she, of course, was mistaken. she wasn't the only white person there. and in my attempt to be rational with her, i also told her that i like white women... so i most likely would not poop on her. we eventually got her to get down and back on the right side of the railing, but it wasn't due to my rationalizations of course.
anyway, ron continued to party it up. in fact, he partied it up so much that he passed out. so now adam had a partner to be passed out with... albeit for different reasons. well, it wasn't too long before we woke adam up. his girlfriend came to meet him at the hotel. so they left together. from there, we started to wake ron up... that's when the fun started.
ron swayed back and forth... trying to stay awake. we had to pat ron down to look for his car keys. as it turned out... he didn't even have his car keys on him. in what is known as hindsight, ron thinks his keys were in his suit that he gave to kevin when he changed out of his cake encrusted tuxedo. kevin, unfortunately, had long since went home. bummer... although it's probably better anyway because as i came to find out during the after party... ron's car... is manual. he didn't tell me that fact so i wouldn't have been able to drive his car anyway... or at least... drive it well.
lucky for us, scott was still there and offered to drive everyone home. when we asked ron if he had his house keys... he said it was with his car keys... d'oh again. in ron's drunken stupor, however, he said we wouldn't need the house key anyway. i assumed that meant we could go through his garage door via his keypad or something.
needless to say, scott and i walked ron down to the lobby of the hotel. while scott got the car, ron passed out again on the bench outside. kim was still with us too... she was the backup plan for driving ron's car because she had a vague knowledge of driving manual. plus, she wanted to make sure adam was able to meet up with his girlfriend.
we got ron in the car and did a quick tour of chinatown to make sure ron's car was still where he had left it... at the china pearl restaurant parking lot. it took awhile to get ron to tell us where the car was... but we found it. the car was still there. too bad the doors to the car were locked.
so, we embarked on our little ride home. after dropping off kim in quincy, scott drove us to pembroke where ron lives. ron was still passed out in the back seat. when we finally got to ron's house, both scott and i looked for a way into ron's house. the doors were locked. there also... was no keypad for the garage doors. this was not good. eventually, ron woke up and called his wife. she did not look too happy... in part because it was already 5 in the morning by this point...
anyway, she unlocked the front door for ron. well, i finally made it home too. after walking through the front door, i went upstairs to my bedroom and crashed. it was a long day... and night... and morning. thankfully, scott was there at the after party. i don't know what we would have done otherwise. thanks scott!
ADDENDUM:
(pictured below is ron with the cake. picture taken by guest photographer... kim.)
I Suck At Weddings
my body is starting to show signs of being old. gone are the days where i can stay up until the wee hours of night and still be fully functional the following day.
this past saturday, my friends (garv and leeann) got married. their wedding celebration was in one of my favorite areas of town... chinatown. too bad i stuck at weddings. the festivities began early afternoon.
given garv's stormy past with the boston globe, i was half expecting there to be picket signs and hardcore union members outside of the church protesting all things garv. luckily, that was not the case. in addition, i was half expecting my friend (hot amy) to come bursting through the church doors when the priest asked if anyone should speak now or forever hold their peace. (hot amy thinks garv is really... intellectual... if only she knew...) luckily, there was no hot amy bursting through the door. although, it would have been quite fitting had hot amy stopped the wedding. it was garv, after all, who originally gave her the moniker "hot" amy. what could have been...
my friend (kelley) thought it would have been funny too if my other friend (bill) had been affixed to the cross that hung from the ceiling... to which would have been lowered behind the altar during the ceremony. garv and bill, also have a past together... albeit it's more of the sexual tension type than the altercation over unions type. either way, yes... we're going to hell.
needless to say, there was no bill on the cross either. instead, there was a nice ceremony... highlighted by the new couple walking under a bridge of roses. (think of the armed forces... but instead of using swords... roses... although it would have been much cooler had they passed out swords to everyone in the pews.)
anyway, after the ceremony, we had some time to kill before the reception. so, we hung out at rock bottom, which is a restaurant located just up the street from the church, for a little while. my friends and i continued our drinking well into the reception... or at least... i did. scorpion bowls (cue rachael ray's "yum-o" sound)... tsing tao... heineken... whatever, i drank it. inevitably, i became a dancing machine amid the 10 course chinese meal... which was quite interesting to say the least. kelley and i had more fun shoving the food in the take home containers than eating it.
(the video below is garv and leeann's first dance.)
all in all, the wedding was fun. sadly, the fun didn't stop there as you will see...
this past saturday, my friends (garv and leeann) got married. their wedding celebration was in one of my favorite areas of town... chinatown. too bad i stuck at weddings. the festivities began early afternoon.
given garv's stormy past with the boston globe, i was half expecting there to be picket signs and hardcore union members outside of the church protesting all things garv. luckily, that was not the case. in addition, i was half expecting my friend (hot amy) to come bursting through the church doors when the priest asked if anyone should speak now or forever hold their peace. (hot amy thinks garv is really... intellectual... if only she knew...) luckily, there was no hot amy bursting through the door. although, it would have been quite fitting had hot amy stopped the wedding. it was garv, after all, who originally gave her the moniker "hot" amy. what could have been...
my friend (kelley) thought it would have been funny too if my other friend (bill) had been affixed to the cross that hung from the ceiling... to which would have been lowered behind the altar during the ceremony. garv and bill, also have a past together... albeit it's more of the sexual tension type than the altercation over unions type. either way, yes... we're going to hell.
needless to say, there was no bill on the cross either. instead, there was a nice ceremony... highlighted by the new couple walking under a bridge of roses. (think of the armed forces... but instead of using swords... roses... although it would have been much cooler had they passed out swords to everyone in the pews.)
anyway, after the ceremony, we had some time to kill before the reception. so, we hung out at rock bottom, which is a restaurant located just up the street from the church, for a little while. my friends and i continued our drinking well into the reception... or at least... i did. scorpion bowls (cue rachael ray's "yum-o" sound)... tsing tao... heineken... whatever, i drank it. inevitably, i became a dancing machine amid the 10 course chinese meal... which was quite interesting to say the least. kelley and i had more fun shoving the food in the take home containers than eating it.
(the video below is garv and leeann's first dance.)
all in all, the wedding was fun. sadly, the fun didn't stop there as you will see...
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