Review #71, part 2: Hippie Wedding continued
The day before the wedding I was recovering from my blackout the night before. I don’t recall feeling very sick, just tired mostly. Josh and Bethany came over to the friends’ house I was staying out to prepare food for the next day.
It was informally called a “grilling party” wich I thought, like the bachelor party, was a misnomer since those that live there don’t necessarily like a lot of people coming over. They marinated tofu and chopped and grilled up vegetables while I sat around. That night was uneventful. We rented Reno 911 season 3 and ate waffles, eggs and sausages, the real, big, good, spicy kind.
The next morning came and I couln’t wait to get dressed up. I love dressing up, I just never have an excuse to do it. If I have total control over my wardrobe, and since I’m not a child, I do, I can clean up real nice and can still maintain my impeccable style. This time was no exception. I looked good.
The weather that day could not have been better if Josh and Bethany had a weather-controlling machine. It was clear and warm but not hot. I had on nothing but polyester, save my socks and underwear, but still didn’t break a sweat. This was incredible since it had been reaching the 90’s and 100’s in California at the time.
Thw wedding took place at a river, staring at the picnic table of the neighboring disc golf course. Seeing everyone ther in one place was like a dream come true.(Except Ryan Pintar wasn’t there and I’m ddomed to guilt for eternity. Y’know, Kaydee wasn’t there either and she lives in Arcata!)
There was a procession with all the guests marching to the river bank where Josh, Bethany, Garrett and others waded into the water to begin the nuptuals. I’m not even going to try to describe Garrett’s, um..speech? What do you call that part of the wedding, where the precher does all the talking? anyway, the part that sticks with me is something along the lines of :”The key master has found the gatekeeper.” Since I’m sure the ceremony will be available in digital format soon, thats all I will say about it.
The crowd then returned to the picnic table where food prepared the day before was presented on trays and whatnot and guests proceeded to , well, eat. The kegs were tapped, and I found out only a couple of days ago that it was Stephanie (my roomate) who actually attatched the taps. I was impressed, not because she’s a girl, but becaus eI didn’t know she had such a useful ability. I couldn’t do it….
Well, I realize now that I don’t have it in me to continue and the goings on of the reception will have to wait. There will be no review of the after-party. To find out why, read what happens at the reception when I get to it.