A Return to the Sun-Soaked Valleys of Souther Arizona
I was in Tucson for a wedding from the 3rd to the 7th, I guess you could say that some interesting things happened. When my brother was driving me to the wedding reception, his truck ran out of gas. "Don't worry, this happens all the time," he said as he reached for the gas can and started walking to the gas station. When I got home that night I asked my mother how ofter does he run out of gas. Her reply was, "at least once a week." I guess the boy goes in cycles of running out of gas, putting a dollar's worth in the can, driving to the gas station, putting about three or four, and every once in a while, five dollars in the tank and waits to run out of gas again. I'm not sure if this cycle of his is rooted in laziness or stupidity. We're talking about the person who doesn't know how many inches are in a foot (see 18 November 2005).
At any rate, when I arrived at the actual wedding, ten minutes before it was supposed to start, the bride remembered that she forgot to pick up my tux. Her solution was for me to walk my grandmother up the aisle in my dingy street clothes, "Come on Chad," she said, "this it Tucson, it's not like anyone really cares. Of course I loved this idea, because, after all, Chads were not made to wear Tuxs, but the idea did not sit well with mother of the bride, my aunt Carol. "How dare you ruin my daughter's wedding! Now who's gonna walk your grandmother up the aisle, she was looking foreword to it being you." Fortunetley, one of the bride's maids volunteered her boyfriend to switch clothes with me. I was all pretty in his Tux, and he watched the wedding in my chucks, blue jeans and western shirt.
Most of the drama of the trip erupted stemmed from the wedding gift that I gave the bride and groom. It was a signed poster of Jenna Jameson. By signed, I mean that I fordged her signature below a "Good Luck Matt and Danielle." The bride and groom loved it, but I can't say the same for the rest of the family. They foud it to be the most insulting, crude, inappropriate and immoral wedding present in the history of wedding presents. Though, this all went down after I left town. I got a call from my dad yesterday asking me to apologize to a whole list of family members. Nice try - but I'm not sorry. It's not my fault that they're all a bunch of prudes with no sense of humor. AND, it's not even like Jenna Jameson was naked in the poster - it was totally PG-13.
I also got a chance to visit my dad's restaurant and there I saw this mural on the wall, immortalizing my dad and his girlfriend in art for all eternity.
The rest of my pictures are here
Anyway, I got sick when I went down there, for some reason I always do. I was getting better until today. I ralfed all over the Southdale Parking lot after work.
On a related note: Topher, I really hope you don't catch this. Have a great time out East.
Oh, by the way, I caught the garder... Looks like I'm the next to get married...