the weekend
this weekend has left me all kinds of f-ed up. i went from brooklyn, to jersey, to rochester and back. all this started thursday night at 10 and ended sunday night at 3 a.m. travel can be quite exhausting on its own, but when you compound it with the hustle and bustle of going to and participating in one of your best friends' weddings, you're pretty much going to be exhausted nomatter what you do.
i'm pretty cracked out right now. since we didn't arrive in rochester until 4:30 in the morning on friday, basically the rest of the weekend was screwed as far as sleep goes. i don't think i've gone to bed before 4 a.m. since wednesday night and as a result i haven't been able to accomplish much as far as work goes. in fact, right now i should probably be doing some reading, but i just can't bring myself to do it because i'm so tired.
let me start from the beginning though and then i'll get to my comments about the actual wedding.
friday: wake up at 9 to get to the mall to pick up my tux. shop at the mall for a little while, go home, relax for 3.5 seconds, get ready for the rehearsal dinner, go to church (get lost on the way, even though i grew up in rochester), rehearse for ceremony, go to dinner, get home late, stay up because somehow you aren't tired, even though you only slept for 3 1/2 hours, pass out from exhaustion.
saturday: wake up around 10, get showered, get pretty and get dressed for the wedding. meet the groom at his house to catch a ride to the reception hall where we'll get in the limo and go to church. get to church, usher people to seats, start ceremony, enjoy the spectacle of two of your best friends getting married. get choked up when they kiss, finish the ceremony, pile 12 people into a 10 person limo, go take wedding pictures, go to reception and party the night away. stay up until 5 a.m. watching jeepers creepers 2 purely because its clearly the worst movie ever made and you can't sleep because you're all screwed up anyway.
sunday: wake up, not hungover, just exhausted, get dressed, run back to mall to return tux, rush home, pack, eat dinner, drive back to new jersey with your brother, catch a train to new york city, get on the subways to get to brooklyn, realize that the train you usually take home isn't running all the way to your stop, double back, catch a different train into brooklyn, arrive at apartment at 3:30, stay up until 5:30 because you napped on the train for 20 minutes and it revitalized your weary mind while it had no effect on your weary body.
it was fun and exciting. the wedding was awesome. my best friends got married. the ceremony was beautiful, but laid back (it helped that the priest accidentally dropped the wedding rings while trying to bless them). the reception was even better (it helped that the groom gave all the groomsmen flasks the night before, and that i filled mine with some of my dad's finest scotch). after everyone was good an liquored up the dancing came easier and a feeling of love and togetherness began to fill the reception hall. before the wedding i was slightly uncomfortable calling these people my best friends because we haven't really been close for a while. after all this though i realized that whatever came between us before had little residual effect on our relationships. the groom expressed to me several times how glad he was that i was in his wedding and i told him just as many times how glad i was that i was able to be there, and we both really meant it. it was good to feel like i had my friend back.
suzanne caught the bouquet, and i caught the garter. the groom removed the garter with his teeth, so i felt compelled to put the garter on suzanne with my teeth. that surprised a few people. it sounds cute and romantic that we both caught our respective projectiles, but really the bride and groom had singled us out ahead of time. they're convinced that if we get married we'll move back to rochester and we can all live happily ever after and grow old as married couples. even if we cheated to get the bouquet and garter, the wedding in general caused several romantic and loving thoughts to pass between myself and my dear suzanne. we both got a little teary eyed thinking about love and marriage and all that silliness, but wedding plans are way off in the future.
for now it seems as though kant is calling my name, and despite my desire to curl up in bed and pass out i have 2 classes tomorrow with the same professor and if i'm unprepared for both classes, i might end up looking like a real jerk.
i'm pretty cracked out right now. since we didn't arrive in rochester until 4:30 in the morning on friday, basically the rest of the weekend was screwed as far as sleep goes. i don't think i've gone to bed before 4 a.m. since wednesday night and as a result i haven't been able to accomplish much as far as work goes. in fact, right now i should probably be doing some reading, but i just can't bring myself to do it because i'm so tired.
let me start from the beginning though and then i'll get to my comments about the actual wedding.
friday: wake up at 9 to get to the mall to pick up my tux. shop at the mall for a little while, go home, relax for 3.5 seconds, get ready for the rehearsal dinner, go to church (get lost on the way, even though i grew up in rochester), rehearse for ceremony, go to dinner, get home late, stay up because somehow you aren't tired, even though you only slept for 3 1/2 hours, pass out from exhaustion.
saturday: wake up around 10, get showered, get pretty and get dressed for the wedding. meet the groom at his house to catch a ride to the reception hall where we'll get in the limo and go to church. get to church, usher people to seats, start ceremony, enjoy the spectacle of two of your best friends getting married. get choked up when they kiss, finish the ceremony, pile 12 people into a 10 person limo, go take wedding pictures, go to reception and party the night away. stay up until 5 a.m. watching jeepers creepers 2 purely because its clearly the worst movie ever made and you can't sleep because you're all screwed up anyway.
sunday: wake up, not hungover, just exhausted, get dressed, run back to mall to return tux, rush home, pack, eat dinner, drive back to new jersey with your brother, catch a train to new york city, get on the subways to get to brooklyn, realize that the train you usually take home isn't running all the way to your stop, double back, catch a different train into brooklyn, arrive at apartment at 3:30, stay up until 5:30 because you napped on the train for 20 minutes and it revitalized your weary mind while it had no effect on your weary body.
it was fun and exciting. the wedding was awesome. my best friends got married. the ceremony was beautiful, but laid back (it helped that the priest accidentally dropped the wedding rings while trying to bless them). the reception was even better (it helped that the groom gave all the groomsmen flasks the night before, and that i filled mine with some of my dad's finest scotch). after everyone was good an liquored up the dancing came easier and a feeling of love and togetherness began to fill the reception hall. before the wedding i was slightly uncomfortable calling these people my best friends because we haven't really been close for a while. after all this though i realized that whatever came between us before had little residual effect on our relationships. the groom expressed to me several times how glad he was that i was in his wedding and i told him just as many times how glad i was that i was able to be there, and we both really meant it. it was good to feel like i had my friend back.
suzanne caught the bouquet, and i caught the garter. the groom removed the garter with his teeth, so i felt compelled to put the garter on suzanne with my teeth. that surprised a few people. it sounds cute and romantic that we both caught our respective projectiles, but really the bride and groom had singled us out ahead of time. they're convinced that if we get married we'll move back to rochester and we can all live happily ever after and grow old as married couples. even if we cheated to get the bouquet and garter, the wedding in general caused several romantic and loving thoughts to pass between myself and my dear suzanne. we both got a little teary eyed thinking about love and marriage and all that silliness, but wedding plans are way off in the future.
for now it seems as though kant is calling my name, and despite my desire to curl up in bed and pass out i have 2 classes tomorrow with the same professor and if i'm unprepared for both classes, i might end up looking like a real jerk.
posted by R. Peeps at 9:17 PM
3 Comments:
Glad to hear the wedding went well! Sorry I missed you two, but it sounds like you barely had time to breathe!
It is interesting that you end your post on the perfect note so that I can comment in a way rarely available to non-robots. The North Carolina motto is "Esse quam videri" which means "to be, rather than to seem."
You said "i might end up looking like a real jerk." Well I say "esse quam videri" to that!
My friend P-tosh and I have been plotting a way for me to ask my girl to marry me. It's going to be great. I'll take pictures. I can tell you about it, but not here.
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