***For those that missed Part 1, click here. I've also gone back and added picture proof.***
Part 2 - Friday.
Some of the boys ended up at the Strip Club on Thursday night. As the future brother-in-law, it should've been something I took part in. However after my sister shut her eyes before telling me, "Uh...have...uh...fun...just please don't tell me what went on," I found that my reputation had significantly preceded me. I'm always the "make me forget my life" guy, and most know it. She didn't want me unloading all this knowledge on her future husband.
That, and I'm too old. They didn't even want to go out until 11:30, and by 11, I was like, mmmmmmmmm...hotel bed. I'm going to make sweet sweet sleepy love to you.
We woke up Friday knowing that it was going to be the lightest day of the three. We'd already picked up our tuxes on Thursday. All we planned to do today was go go-karting, and of course, the rehearsal.
The gaggle of dudes proceeded to the go-kart place at about 1pm. These weren't ANY go-karts, mind you. These are helmet-required-watch-a-safety-video go-karts. Suh. Weet.
Something no one told me before we all went...New husband's friends all race. Some professionally. They came with their own helmets. So, basically, it was them darting in and out of corners while I drove Miss Daisy. To put this in perspective...I got lapped THREE times. I'm not even that bad of a driver. It's just that they're that good. Do you know how retarded you have to be to be lapped three times? Well...let's just say there might be more than one reason why they gave me a helmet. "Huh huh...whersth my basthball."
After about 20 minutes of that, and the subsequent yelling that was required after the mandatory hearing-loss, we all made the trek back to the hotel to rest, get cleaned up, and make our way to the rehearsal.
There's no way to really transition into this next part. The A/C in the church was broken. I've never wanted to say "fuck" in a church more in my life. And that lack of sugar-coating that fact was about as abrupt as our realization of it that day.
It was BRUTAL. Like, sweat-beads down our back. The kind of heat that makes you giggle because you're so miserable.
Thankfully, we got out of that as fast as we could. The dinner that followed was extraordinary (and in a different, A/C-rich, location). We drank. We told embarassing stories. We watched a video with an amazing amount of embarassing pictures. It was a great night.
...and the best was yet to come...
Part 2 - Friday.
Some of the boys ended up at the Strip Club on Thursday night. As the future brother-in-law, it should've been something I took part in. However after my sister shut her eyes before telling me, "Uh...have...uh...fun...just please don't tell me what went on," I found that my reputation had significantly preceded me. I'm always the "make me forget my life" guy, and most know it. She didn't want me unloading all this knowledge on her future husband.
That, and I'm too old. They didn't even want to go out until 11:30, and by 11, I was like, mmmmmmmmm...hotel bed. I'm going to make sweet sweet sleepy love to you.
We woke up Friday knowing that it was going to be the lightest day of the three. We'd already picked up our tuxes on Thursday. All we planned to do today was go go-karting, and of course, the rehearsal.
The gaggle of dudes proceeded to the go-kart place at about 1pm. These weren't ANY go-karts, mind you. These are helmet-required-watch-a-safety-video go-karts. Suh. Weet.
Something no one told me before we all went...New husband's friends all race. Some professionally. They came with their own helmets. So, basically, it was them darting in and out of corners while I drove Miss Daisy. To put this in perspective...I got lapped THREE times. I'm not even that bad of a driver. It's just that they're that good. Do you know how retarded you have to be to be lapped three times? Well...let's just say there might be more than one reason why they gave me a helmet. "Huh huh...whersth my basthball."
After about 20 minutes of that, and the subsequent yelling that was required after the mandatory hearing-loss, we all made the trek back to the hotel to rest, get cleaned up, and make our way to the rehearsal.
There's no way to really transition into this next part. The A/C in the church was broken. I've never wanted to say "fuck" in a church more in my life. And that lack of sugar-coating that fact was about as abrupt as our realization of it that day.
It was BRUTAL. Like, sweat-beads down our back. The kind of heat that makes you giggle because you're so miserable.
Thankfully, we got out of that as fast as we could. The dinner that followed was extraordinary (and in a different, A/C-rich, location). We drank. We told embarassing stories. We watched a video with an amazing amount of embarassing pictures. It was a great night.
...and the best was yet to come...
5 Comments:
You got lapped 3 times? Nice. No, really Im impressed :)
Part 3??
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