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Donovan’s wedding - Sept 11, 2004
It was a lovely fall day. It was a great day for a wedding. The ceremony was really nice, right down to the singing pastors. Of course, the reception was to follow, and since I was friends with pretty much everyone in the wedding party, but was not related to anyone in the building, I pretty much had a license to be a complete jackass. And like other September 11ths before it, there was going to be a fair bit of damage done.
My buddy Scott’s Cousin Donovan got married and I was ready for a rip roaring good time at the after party. I walked in, signed the guestbook, met the wedding party, and took a seat. In my 23 years on earth, never had I been to a wedding that actually had an open bar. I figured my conscience could take the night off and I could just get down to business. A few rye’s before dinner and I was plenty primed. Dinner was served and then some crap speeches, blah blah blah, then back to the task at hand: making a fool of myself. After a few trips up to the bar, I noticed that there was 2 bottles of wine on the table right in front of me, and nobody was drinking it. Gears started turning and I no longer had to even get up. Till later.
Of course, eventually I had to get up to walk over to the next table to get my next bottle. I looked around quick to see if anyone was shaking their head in disapproval. Nope! So anyways, I decided to go for a walk around the reception hall, bottle in one hand, glass in the other (I’m no animal, I’m not drinking straight from the bottle). I passed the guestbook and wondered if I had signed it, so I did, just to be sure.
It was around this time that I remembered that my dance group was dancing at this very wedding reception (yeah. I’m a huge fag. So what. Fuck you.), and I was totally plastered, plus I was in my suit and had no change of clothes. Oh right I forgot, none of that matters. I did my part of the dance and went and picked up my bottle, which I conveniently left at the side of the dance floor. The rest of them finished up and the wedding party got back to normal, and I continued wandering around. At this point, there aren’t too many people at the wedding who aren’t fans of mine. I walk passed the guestbook, and can’t believe I didn’t sign my name yet. So I put my john hancock down in nice big letters, to make sure they know I was there, and went back to my table to sit down for a while.
At this point, I need to go out for some fresh air. I head outside, responsibly leaving my bottle somewhere inside, and go for a brief walk around. It was just as nice a night as the day was. There was a light breeze and the air was fresh. It was a great night for a walk.
Sometime later, I wake up and take a look around. I look up to see a large group of people around me. Apparently I wandered around the building and fell asleep beside a dumpster, on some grass. They came looking for me when someone discovered that I had their car keys. How responsible is that, not only do I have my own, I have somebody else’s. Anyways, I get up and notice a Spencer shaped indent in the grass where I had been napping and head back to the party.
I think I slept on the floor in Scott’s basement that night. |
19 Apr 2005 by Spencer
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