Frank's wedding reception
Yes this is the Frank who hosts the Christmas parties I always get drunk at so you can imagine how I was at the wedding reception. It was the most fun time ever! The only bad thing was that not too many people were dancing and alot of the time I was dancing by myself. And I don't just mean I had no one to dance with, I mean I was literally alone on the dance floor. But I didnt care I danced my ass off. The person I danced the most with was the DJ, he had awesome moves and played lots of 70s disco music. As if dancing the most with the DJ is not sad enough, this same DJ dated my mom when they were both 15. Even though thats creepy he was totally hot. The only dirty dancing I did was with a gay guy but it was great because he keep picking me up and spinning me around. There really wasnt any hot guys I wanted to get the attention of(other than the DJ)because mostly the men were my relatives, truckers or both. However, the bartender was SUPER hot and only 21 and so nice. Frank had the reception at his unfinished new house in the yard under a tent and hired cateres to feed us and serve us alchol at an open bar! This guy was so hot and is partly responsible for my drunkenness because I just could'nt stay away from the bar. I had like 4 strawberry daqueries every half hour plus various shots and I was at the reception a long time. Remember the old drunk trucker who groped my mom at the Christmas party? He was there and I finally got some attention from him. When I went to order my 3rd or 9th banana daquerie ( we ran out of strawberry eventually) he was next to me at the bar and started yelling at the top of his lungs at me "You are so freaking gorgeous I love you". Even tho he was drunk and old my ego was totally boosted. Near the end of the party, after dancing alone an embarrassingly long time my father forcebly removed my from the dance floor. I was all "we just got here" but he was like "7 hours is a long time at a wedding reception". I told him my cousin Ryan could take me home. Now by this time Ryan was visably trashed and probably not going anywhere till the moring. My parents realized this and made me go home with them. Much fun!! In other news...I know you all hate him but I really miss Constantine. Now every time I watch American Idol I almost cry. Yippee tonight is 24!!!