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[Disclaimer: Remember, whether I mentioned it or not, that before the ceremony, I gave my keys to Kevin's wife, because I didn't want them in my pockets during the ceremony. Thus, whether I wanted to or not, I couldn't leave until I got my keys back from a couple who were not drinking.*]
When last I left you hanging, the wedding ceremony itself was over, and the reception was about to begin.
Well, there were pictures to get out of the way. After all, with five groomsmen, five bridesmaids, a best man, a matron of honor, and two flower girls, there was a LOT of people to photograph. It was fun. I am not usually a big picture person, but the pictures were just fun. I guess it was in part because I really felt like I was part of something. You know, like I belonged. *smile* That was done relatively quickly, though we began to eat some before they were TOTALLY over.
( Cut because it's really freakin' long )
That was the last notable thing of the night. I volunteered my car for hauling supplies out of the place, knowing I wouldn't get them to Charles' place until nearly noon (or later) that Sunday. Kevin drove me home in my car, with Brandi following in their car. I came inside, went to bed, and slept until 530am.
That's when the hangover began. All of that Razz-mixed drink, beer, Wild Turkey, and champagne caught up to me. The room was spinning, my head was pounding, and I was nauseous. I drank about 35 ounces of water, took two Tylenol, and went back to sleep. I was out by 615am. I woke up again at 1000am, and felt fine.
So, the moral of the story is: Enjoy yourself to your fullest, if you can handle the consequences, or at least can beat them. :)
I had a blast, and consider it the bar-none best wedding ceremony and reception I have ever been to. The fact that I was off on Sunday, and I didn't have to take anyone home helped me cut loose, I think. There's more to tell, but that's a story about my vacation. :)
* - That's called foreshadowing, kids.
** - Irony is great, isn't it? Don't worry, keep reading. You'll see what I mean..
*** - Try to understand. I am always worried about being made fun of in a public situation, and this qualified for me... in spades. (Even though no one really paid much attention.)
**** - Yeah, I smoked. I used to be a regular smoker, and when I'm drunk is when my willpower for a smoke is weakest.
When last I left you hanging, the wedding ceremony itself was over, and the reception was about to begin.
Well, there were pictures to get out of the way. After all, with five groomsmen, five bridesmaids, a best man, a matron of honor, and two flower girls, there was a LOT of people to photograph. It was fun. I am not usually a big picture person, but the pictures were just fun. I guess it was in part because I really felt like I was part of something. You know, like I belonged. *smile* That was done relatively quickly, though we began to eat some before they were TOTALLY over.
( Cut because it's really freakin' long )
That was the last notable thing of the night. I volunteered my car for hauling supplies out of the place, knowing I wouldn't get them to Charles' place until nearly noon (or later) that Sunday. Kevin drove me home in my car, with Brandi following in their car. I came inside, went to bed, and slept until 530am.
That's when the hangover began. All of that Razz-mixed drink, beer, Wild Turkey, and champagne caught up to me. The room was spinning, my head was pounding, and I was nauseous. I drank about 35 ounces of water, took two Tylenol, and went back to sleep. I was out by 615am. I woke up again at 1000am, and felt fine.
So, the moral of the story is: Enjoy yourself to your fullest, if you can handle the consequences, or at least can beat them. :)
I had a blast, and consider it the bar-none best wedding ceremony and reception I have ever been to. The fact that I was off on Sunday, and I didn't have to take anyone home helped me cut loose, I think. There's more to tell, but that's a story about my vacation. :)
* - That's called foreshadowing, kids.
** - Irony is great, isn't it? Don't worry, keep reading. You'll see what I mean..
*** - Try to understand. I am always worried about being made fun of in a public situation, and this qualified for me... in spades. (Even though no one really paid much attention.)
**** - Yeah, I smoked. I used to be a regular smoker, and when I'm drunk is when my willpower for a smoke is weakest.
