Wedding Weekend

This is anoth­er one of those mul­ti-day quick rehash­ing of what I’ve been up to as of late. It has been busy.

I ceased work abrupt­ly at noon on Thurs­day and went down the street to pick up Liam who was one of the grooms­men at the wed­ding we were head­ing to in Indi­anapo­lis. We then went to Crap­Don­ald’s for a quick­ie lunch before hit­ting the inter­state for a while. On the rare occa­sion that I buy fast food I make it the most unhealth­i­est meal of all as pos­si­ble. So I large-sized my fries and drink, cov­ered the fries in four pack­ets of salt and drenched them in ketchup. It was tasty but my stom­ach did­n’t like me for it.

We got to Indi­anapo­lis a few hours lat­er after much good con­ver­sa­tion and went to my Aun­t’s house in Noblesville. She is recov­er­ing from an oper­a­tion that left her with a semi-colon; much like an oper­a­tion my high school Eng­lish teacher went through. We vis­it­ed with her for a bit and then head­ed to the east side where we met up with Jes?d then we went to O’Rourke’s and threw darts for a bit. The own­er of the bar was there and bought every­one a round. We were hun­gry so we went to Hooter’s where we had the sec­ond most unat­trac­tive wait­ress I’ve ever seen, ever. We scarfed down 50 wings and then head­ed to The Mine­shaft in Broad Rip­ple for $1 New Castle’s and the ubiq­ui­tous Stoli shot. Then we went to Con­ner’s Pub [named after the broth­er of the per­son who found­ed my home­town]. It was a rug­by bar and felt very Cor­by’s-like to me. They had an old wood­en bar and poured an excel­lent pint of Guin­ness. By then every­one but me was ham­mered and/or puk­ing and the bars were all clos­ing any­way, so I drove every­one home, from the North­west side to the South­east side and back north and then even far­ther, back to bed in Noblesville. I final­ly hit the sack at 4:30.

The next day I was up around 9:30 and I went to Kohl’s to get a belt but end­ed up buy­ing two pairs of the com­fort­able khakis that I’ve been unable to find for months and a green polo shirt. Since noth­ing was hap­pen­ing wed­ding-wise till lat­er, I then watched both Seabis­cuit [good movie] and Cast Away [okay movie] and prac­ticed my gui­tar a bit before head­ing back to the south­east side and going to Lone Star [where I had more wings] with Jes?d his girl­friend. Then we went to BW3’s and I end­ed up leav­ing ear­ly since I was bare­ly able to keep my eyes open. The next day I helped my uncle load some water-soft­en­er salt into the cel­lar and then pre­pared for the wed­ding, got all spiffed out in my suit and tie and head­ed to the Wes­leyan church. The wed­ding went off well, and the preacher/pastor/minister guys made some excel­lent metaphors about mar­riage and rings and vows and all that. We then went to the hotel for a brief grab of a for­got­ten wed­ding present that turned into a half hour tan­gent as we need­ed to turn on the Notre Dame game and watch them beat the tar out of the Uni­ver­si­ty of Wash­ing­ton. We went to Five Sea­sons [dumb­est name ever] sports coun­try club for the recep­tion and it was quite a spiffy place. I had tasty bis­cot­ti, quiche and coconut shrimp for the appe­tiz­er and then turkey and sal­ad and oth­er stuff for the din­ner. The best man speech, done by AJ was very good but the wed­ding recep­tion was much dif­fer­ent than what I am used to. No alco­hol, very lit­tle danc­ing, staid. It was good though. After, we all piled into a hotel room and watched the game, I dozed through it since I’d already seen a bunch of it.

Liam went back to my aun­t’s house with me and we crashed hard, got up ear­ly, I made some eggs over easy and then we went to Con­nersvill for about 2.5 hours, vis­it­ed mom briefly, she fed up chick­en pot pie and went to grand­ma’s where I root­ed through much of the stuff she was sell­ing and got hair clip­pers, an elec­tric type­writer, an exten­sion cord, pok­er chips and my great-grand­fa­ther’s Knight’s of Colum­bus sword and sash and hat, which was meant for the first grand­child who joined the Knights. Since none of my uncles did so, and I was the first of the next gen­er­a­tion to do so, I got the goods. The sword needs some seri­ous main­te­nance and I need to become a 4th degree Knight before I can legit­i­mate­ly wear them but I’ve got ’em at least. We drove back to Cleve­land, had much more good con­ver­sa­tion, I got home, unpacked and passed out at 8:30.