No more tuxes for 9 more months.
No more swim trunks.
No more sun screen.
No more mosquitoes.
No more boating.
No more fun.
I couldn't be happier though. It was a very successful season. 2 of my best friends got married, but that's not funny. What is funny you ask? Well...I am 3rd from the right in that picture posted above and I think that's pretty funny. Actually looking at this picture makes me think that 2 of my best friends married each other in New Hampshire or something. That's quite a large wedding party...And what a party it was. Live music was performed by Toy Factory and The Groomsmen. There were inappropriate amounts of alcohol and dancing. And lets not forget there was inappropriate dancing and alcohol as well.
The groom is in the middle of the pic above. His name is Adam and we have been friends for a minute. We lived together for a few years after college. The new Mrs. Adam is also a good friend of mine. She is actually one of my most loyal readers. She will, however, be disappointed to know that this blog is a recap of the summer and not all about her.
Your dress looked stunning Sa-Rah!(Mrs. Adam) Although, I haven't watched enough Project Runway to truly appreciate the craftsmanship or the techniques involved with pulling off such a masterpiece. Adam, you looked pretty good too.
Bart got married! I must be careful here. I can't upstage Adam and Sa-Rah's wedding or I risk destroying all that good-will I established earlier. She can't be mad though. I gave her wedding top billing.
Bart's was a destination wedding. And I guess Aruba and Jamaica were both booked solid, because the destination was a goat farm in the middle of North Carolina. I thought it was great actually. The goat smell is barely noticeable after a few moments. There was goat cheese everywhere and some hilarious conversations and pictures with the goats (and chickens) in the early morning hours.
Bart served several gallons of home brewed beer at the reception which fit right in with the soul food and the blue grass band. The brew did help to calm my nerves a bit as speech time approached. I think I did pretty well, but I was merely trying not to wet myself in front of 120 strangers. My last memory memory of that night involved drinking wine by the after party bonfire. My next memory is waking up in a strange bed with my pants and shoes on. Alone! She must have snuck out early.
I think its pretty safe to assume that I hooked up (probably a goat, but I am just hoping for a metaphorical goat) that night. Let me explain why.
Weddings are like aphrodisiac gold mines. Love is in the air and the air is thick in N.C.
I had been drinking and I am always more charming with a BAC of more than .20
I knocked out my "Best Man" speech and didn't wet myself or throw up like I had anticipated.
I was wearing pants and do I look good in pants.
I was drinking wine by firelight. I can be very sophisticated.
Whats that smell? Its romance. I am happy for my friends and their success in life and love. My summer has been spent as a season long celebration with them. I think this is one of the best summers in recent years. My summer has also been spent depleting my bank accounts, but maybe that's a good thing. Too much money draws the wrong kind of ladies anyway. In America, money can buy happiness. Money will buy a motorcycle or some Cracker Jacks or 2 chicks at the same time...
...but money can't buy me love. Congratulations Adam, Sarah, Bart and Kate. I love you guys and wish you the best. And since you have all that love, you probably wont be needing all that money. No sense in wasting it (hint hint).
