I have returned to snowy Cleveland. Yes, I said snowy. After an eight hour drive from Effingham, IL the last thing I wanted to come home to was slushy snow and a 50° apartment. Anyway. The wedding.
My old high school friend, Miller aka Cupcake aka Money is probably the most successful of our group. He went to Rose-Hulman Insitute of Technology aka RHIT aka Rich Husbands in Training and has used his engineering degree to purchase a house and 20 acre lot, a boat for the lake and a nice honeymoon in Jamaica. Which is all weird, because he’s still the same old mumbletongued goofball that I wore togas to school with and deliberatly rented extremely shitty porn with.
And now he is married. His newlywed wife is both pretty and nice and has a humongous family. I got to see my pal Andy and my good pal Macalister for the first time in several years. Andy is going to be an optometrist and Macalister is finishing up several years of culinary school. Sort of makes me feel like a big goof.
Anyway, Mac set me up to dance with one of the Brian’s wife’s cousins. She was pretty and nice and totally just humoring Mac by dancing with me. Then my arm got clocked by Miller’s grandmother and I spilt a tiny bit of merlot on her white sweater thingy. Oh man. She was nice enough about it, but we didn’t have any club soda to remove it.
We sang You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling as per usual. 🙂 One wedding left!