I don’t know how long I’ve known Debbie Nichols for. I’m guessing around junior high days at Tuffree, but I didn’t really start kicking it with her until we were in high school at El Dorado. So that’s roughly 19 or so years (the same amount of time we’ve been abused season ticket holders for the Los Angeles Clippers). A few months ago she told me that she was finally getting married on August 1, which was dope except for the fact that at the time I was always working on weekends. In fact, Will “Cheesecake” Roegge and I were supposed to be at X-Games shooting some stuff, but that got called off last minute. I pretty much planned everything around her wedding date and wasn’t expecting to go to the X-Games, though it came up last minute and I gotta make some money. I can only go so far with my unemployment checks. Since the shoot was canceled, I had nothing to worry about…so I thought. Aside from the presents that I bought earlier in the week, I needed to figure out what to wear. Usually I’ll go with my white suit, but was considering switching that whole wardrobe up. I ended up sitting in my room and texting Jamie “Whiskey Queen” Jensen for a couple of hours asking her what I should wear. Seriously, check out the picture messages I sent her trying to pick out a tie. Wait, I have the iPhone and they still haven’t implemented this amazingly new technology known as picture messaging. Obviously I’m joking since even the crappiest free phones have picture messaging. Ugh. Sorry I got sidetracked.
Went with the white suit, though it’s not to be mistaken with the one I wore to Will and Janel Law’s wedding matched with my Homer Simpson tie. I just had to make sure it stays clean because I was pretty sure that it was going to be an outdoor wedding. Coyote Hills Country Club in Fullerton sounded like an outdoor wedding to me. Oh and umm don’t mind the mess in the background.
For some reason there was a lot of traffic on the 91 freeway heading east that day. I forgot what it was. Probably something stupid like rubber neckers watching someone change their tire or something. Figures. When I finally maneuvered my way to Fullerton, I missed the driveway because I followed the directions that came up on my iPhone’s Google maps. Speaking of which, why is that shit always wrong? What’s the point of giving directions if they’re going to be inaccurate? I can do that. Anyhow, by the time I got there Matt and Katie Pewthers already grabbed seats with their new baby and Matt’s goatee. Nick was late and had to hear it from Susan later. Amazing since she’s the Filipino. Oh and I was totally overdressed. Dudes were wearing jeans and short sleeve button up shirts. Hell, the groom and his boys were rocking low top Converse Chuck Taylors.
The ceremony was really nice and not too hot considering it was still summer in Southern California. It actually went pretty quickly and everyone gathered upstairs for an open bar. Did somebody say open bar? You know I was looking for some Crown Royal, shoot. I haven’t been drinking a lot lately so a couple on the rocks got me a bit tipsy while waiting for the banquet room to get set up for dinner.
I didn’t have a date so I was hoping that I wasn’t stuck at the loser loner no date table and thankfully I wasn’t. They put me at table 15 with the Cruz and Pewthers families. Thinking back, I might have been the only one who rolled solo. Sad. By the time we sat down I was starving and waiting for dinner to be served. I don’t go to a lot of weddings so I had to remind myself that there was a lot of things that needed to happen before I got to eat. You know, like introducing the wedding party and the bride and groom. Kind of important, yeah. While the speeches were going on, Matt pointed out the candy table on the side. Candy table? Yes! I love candy more than any human who doesn’t have dental insurance should.
After dinner was served, people started bouncing so I figured I should as well, but not before the bride and groom made their rounds. I couldn’t roll like that. Stayed for a couple of dances (them, not me) then decided to dip out unnoticed. Damn. Looking at these pictures reminds me that I didn’t even get to eat any of the wedding cake. Oh well. Just wanted to say congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Ben Conroy. Hope you two have a long and happy marriage.
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Let me set you straight…..he did not “get it” from me later that night (in both uses of the word, hee, hee). His whole family was late and none of them saw me walk down the aisle!!! But yes, it was a beautiful wedding and you were the best dressed guy!!!! I would rather be overdressed than underdressed in any case!!
OMG…you are the best! Seriously so glad you were there to share in our celebration. This was awesome…I feel so special that you blogged abt our big day!!
LOVE YOU LOTS!