Nuptials - not as bad as they sound

I've been ordered by my Supreme Commander, Brother, to post some shiznit about the wedding of the year. So, though it's been a few weeks, here it is:

Tim and Christine got married on July 8. The priest was a weird dude who could get neither Tim nor Christine's names correct. I read from the book of Isaiah and it was like a million hot dogs, sir - awsome. I read with conviction, with gusto, with very clear diction. Everyone agreed that my reading was the best.

The reception, per usual, was where things started getting funky. There was an open bar and several guests were three sheets to the wind before dinner could even be served (not I, however). Then there was dancing, in which I partook for nearly six hours straight, stopping only to drink water and mop my sweaty brow. The first part of the reception witnessed a performance by the band Flatfoot - who are fantastic, and friends of ours as well. Later on, there were several mixed cd's (thanks to Tim) for dancing pleasure. Truth-be-told, the greatness of the event came mostly from the mix of people present. It made us all teary-eyed to be with all of our great friends, some of whom had been gone for long periods of time. We were all so unabashed about our emotions and the possibility that this would be the last time we were all together - very bittersweet, I suppose.

Instead of hiring a limo or a shuttle to get drunk party-people back to the hotel, we had a big yellow school bus, in which we also rode to the reception. It was really quite hilarious to be back on a school bus, especially as Sam and Joe smoked in the back, and all the groomsmen had flasks (filled with scotch) from which they kept drinking. On the ride back to the hotel, after the reception, people were drunk and emotions were high.

The next day, all the friends met at Christine's parents' house so that we might get to spend better quality time with each other. The sight was pathetic as most people were very hung over and the weather was quite hot (this is not to say that I didn't have fun... because I did). After a few hours, I left the party to head to Nana and Poppy's house for a few days, and that is how the wedding weekend ended, I suppose.

By the way, I'm moving to Seattle on August 6th - flying out there, after all. Wish me luck.