Whatever BT Says, BT Gets
Recently, I have been hearing from Billy that my posts are not “chipper” enough, actually it was “not chipper enough, asshole”. So, Billy, former roomate of mine, this chipper post is for you.
Last weekend was a straight party weekend. T and I went to Cheers on Saturday night to meet up with Chandra and Scott. We took Trax there full-well knowing drunkeness would ensue, look at us being responsible! We had a pretty good night, although Chandra and T disappeared outside for a minute but that was okay as it allowed for male bonding between Scott and I. By male bonding I probably mean more nerd bonding because all we talk about is computers and video games (Secret of Mana > Chrono Trigger). Ha! That’s ok with me though, he knows a lot about upcoming projects in the tech world and always hooks me up with the newest intel of whats going on which I enjoy. Essentially, T and I missed the southbound Trax so we ended up taking a cab back, definitely the more expensive option. Oh well, better than a DUI right?
On Wednesday, I went to T’s friend’s wedding. Her name is Ana and his name is…I have no clue. Right now you’re asking, “who the hell has a wedding on a Wednesday?” Mormons, duh. This was my first and hopefully last Mormon wedding experience. Someone needs to make these people watch a few DVD’s, like “Old School” or “Animal House”, hell even “Wedding Crashers” so that they can learn how to throw a real party. Luckily, I was prepared for this and brought myself a bottle of Canadian Club Whiskey. Obviously, I couldn’t just roll in with a bottle of booze so the discrete car drinking was in full effect. Mormon weddings and receptions generally happen at the same location, this event was no different. I missed the wedding but arrived promptly at 6 PM when the “reception” started. According to my LDS friends (that’s Ladder Day Saints for you non-Utahans), most of the time, unless the families are loaded, receptions consist of drinks and cake. By drinks I mean punch. We should have spiked it. There was at max 40 people when I arrived at this spot and as 7 PM approached people emptied quickly. Probably the highlight of the night (you’ll laugh that this statement is really going to be the highlight of the whole night) was when the bride went to toss her bouquet. She turned and launched her bouquet and what happened? It flew right into these draping ceiling curtains and got stuck. All the woman looking to catch it looked devastated. Eventually, they brought a ladder out and her groom climbed to the top step and used some wooden stick thing to get the bouquet down, which was promptly re-thrown. Of course T wanted to catch this more than anyone and was in cahoots with the bride so it was essentially thrown right at her and she clawed through everyone and got it. At 8 PM the reception was officially over and their was maybe 10 people. I’m sure 75% of the people at the reception this night wondered who the hell I was but frankly, I don’t care I had a good time. I have a few iPhone taken photos of this evening… I assure you, there isn’t too much exciting stuff in the album but if you wanna see how Mormon’s “do it up” by all means go here.
This weekend looks to be low-key for the most part. Although, I may be going to Chandra and Scott’s house tomorrow to see their new French Bulldog puppy, this thing is cute as hell. As long as he doesn’t pee on my leg or something anyway. I did get a few new movies to watch, G.I. Joe, Transformers 2, Star Trek, and I am in the midst of watching Mad Men season 1. This is an AMC TV show and so far it’s stellar. Dad if you are reading this, you would probably like it a lot.
Anyway, this chipper post is done, I hope it was good enough for you Billy and if it wasn’t then suck it!
Comments
Good thing they got that bouquet down…How in the world would they ever find the next 6year old to wed.
And the real reason these Mormons do it low key is to keep the feds off their back. Can’t draw attention when you’re getting married for 12th time (with no divorces); that just wouldn’t work.
Obviously, you didn’t drink this so called “Punch” at this so called “Wedding.” All 40 people weren’t leaving, they were finding a place to curl up and die. I hope they caught their comet. Ahhhh, you gotta love cults.
Man Rob-O, that felt good. I’ve been holding in Mormon jokes for the last year in a half.
Glad to see a little pep in you step, do it up big in the PC (little Harry O’s) for me. I know you’re sorry ass has only be there 1 or twice since you move to the SLC.
By the way, the movie “Face shots of ‘96” really helped me mature into the party phase of my life, try that one.