Memphis
Arrived back from the Tenn last night...
btw...fuck Arkansas...stupid fucking shitty ass highways...
On the other hand, the rest of the weekend was bomb. There should be more weddings that have this good of a surrounding weekend involved with them. It took andrea and I a grueling 8 hours to get into town, so we just made it in time to have our salads served to us at the rehearsal dinner. All the wine, champagne, bread and apparently salad (i ended up eating three) you could consume. It wasn't shitty boxed wine either...a very decent house-style wine. Not Kendall-Jackson or Rodney Strong, but it did the job (go wine snobbery!!!). The meal wasn't bad at all either. Pollo Pietro was the dish. For catering, the plate was excellent although the vegetables could've been firmer...hehe...i should be a food critic.
I didn't know anyone there besides andrea and her parents. The wedding joined a son of Andrea's old neighbors back when she and her family lived there in Memphis. The family contained three sons, all of them with tear-soaked speeches at their disposal. I honestly never have seen guys cry so much at a happy event...funerals, yes, but not a wedding! c'mon!!!
During this crying session, I was in the process of draining many glasses of wine and champagne. This gave me that horrible tired drunk--however, that's way better than i'll-get-naked-at-any-moment whiskey drunk. Andrea was egging me on to embarrass myself in front of her parents, having the story of my infamous new year's story fresh in her head. I didn't however. I straightened my already sinking body as much as possible and actually held a semi-intelligent conversation for a short time. It felt great to leave...well, to sit down really. I was horribly drunk by then.
Since we did leave early, andrea and I got to romp on the kingsize bed before her parents got back to the hotel...nice. This left me near-dead, so I set up the hide-a-bed and passed out at 10:30. About 5 and a half hours later, I wake up with a horrible sweat. I was burning up, so I got up to get some water and turn the AC to its coolest setting. This action proved fatal for the rest of my sleeping. I never went to sleep again that morning. I passed the time watching and picking out the small variations in the consecutive sporstcenters they show late at night. God...you know the broadcasters sit through like 3 sportscenters in a row reading the same exact lines?!? That would kill me.
Finally, when Andrea couldn't stand tossing and turning to the delightful sounds of highlights, she awoke and we went to breakfast. Again, more free food awaited us outside our door. We stayed at the Embassy Suites (for...get this...free), and they have a free breakfast. This wasn't one of those shitty free continental "breakfasts" where they leave last nights donuts out and have some warm milk on the counter. It was actually full-service including bacon, eggs, sausage, potatoes (although cold), and an omelette bar...did i mention this was free?
Amazingly, I didn't feel tired at all throughout the entire morning. I guess the alcohol actually knocked me out enough to actually get a good night's sleep. Being a partial insomniac doesn't ever allow for this phenomenon to happen. Whether I sleep 4 or 12 hours, I still feel tired because i never really sleep. I fully wake up around 4 or 5 times a night, and god knows how many times i partially wake up. So I actually felt great. Andrea was slumping though. She, like I usually am, had little sleep (partially if not fully my fault, sorry babe). We went and visited her old neighborhood, getting lost about three times on the interstate before finally arriving (go shitty directions). We stayed for a while at the groom's parents' house before we went and ate another catered meal...for free!!!
Tortilla wraps with guacamole and ranch dressing = good
andrea's faux-vegetarian salad with 1000 island dressing = bad
Although not the most filling meal i've ever had, it was still a nice lunch. The idiots working brought andrea about 4 salads with meat on it before they finally got the point that she was a vegetarian. She obviously didn't enjoy the salad, so we took off early to find her some food. On the way there, I caught sight of a Houston's. From what i hear from work, our restaurant is a near replica of a Houston's. This is probably why we got sued by them 10 years ago. I had to see it. Everything from the menu structure to the booths, it was near-exact. They even have a fucking hickory burger with the exact same ingredients! That was quite amusing.
We took a good nap when we got to the hotel, then it was finally off to the wedding. Now, I don't wanna brag (wait...don't i always do that??), but we were the best looking couple there (yes, that includes the bride and groom). I had on my nice blue, crushed-rayon shirt with my new khakis, and andrea had her new poke-a-dot, 50s-style dress displaying her oh-so-tempting cleavage off. We looked hot. The wedding itself was pretty boring actually. I was expecting more seeing as how they put so much money into everything else. Sadly, it was a very, very traditional ceremony, but at least it ended quickly. We stuck around for pictures a lil bit, giving me the opportunity to talk to some of Andrea's parents' friends that used to live in Colorado.
The reception left no one disappointed. A whole floor of a convention center was committed to the festivities. Great, free food again welcomed us. This time the menu was of a buffet style serving risotto, pork loin roast, shrimp cocktail, some cool little spinach crepe-wraps, and again...all you can drink wine. They had a nice balcony with tables set up, so we can sit, smoke and enjoy the outside environment. It closed down pretty early (about 11), but we still had a lot of fun dancing and eating.
We went back to the hotel for a quick dip in the hot tub where andrea actually chickened out from an exhibitionist scene (tsk, tsk). This left us still fooling around when we got back to the room. Of course, I have to be the one naked in this situation. Like andrea predicted, her parents walked right in on us having the hide-a-bed right in front of the door. Having years of "watching porn while my parents are asleep" training, I managed to react quickly and throw some blankets over me before they caught sight of anything (hopefully). Although embarrassing, her parents had no problem with it...just a nice, big laugh.
The final day had us eating at the world famous Corky's for our farewell meal. The dry, memphis style ribs were great for ribs, but they were still ribs. I never really liked that meat, but i ate them all up. The final piece picked from my chicken had to land all over my white shirt of course. I was pretty stupid for wearing white there in the first place, but oh well. I must've been the best thing since sliced bread to andrea's family friends because they all hated to see us go. Even the groom's mom cried when she was hugging andrea good-bye. Crazy. I'm good at making first impressions, but this is ridiculous. Allen and Sheila invited us down to stay at their new house in Chattanooga. Allen gave me his business card wanting me to call him for a possible engr career. Like i said, crazy.
The ride home went by a lot easier. One, it helped that all the construction was closed for sunday through Arkansas. Two, we read harry potter aloud to one another (shudyup, i'm not a dork). Three, we also played a very troublesome game called "Kill, Marry, Fuck." Four, Andrea drove!!! We made it back in seven hours.
Total money spent between andrea and I the entire weekend: $24
which means: Overall, fun, fun, free weekend!
btw...fuck Arkansas...stupid fucking shitty ass highways...
On the other hand, the rest of the weekend was bomb. There should be more weddings that have this good of a surrounding weekend involved with them. It took andrea and I a grueling 8 hours to get into town, so we just made it in time to have our salads served to us at the rehearsal dinner. All the wine, champagne, bread and apparently salad (i ended up eating three) you could consume. It wasn't shitty boxed wine either...a very decent house-style wine. Not Kendall-Jackson or Rodney Strong, but it did the job (go wine snobbery!!!). The meal wasn't bad at all either. Pollo Pietro was the dish. For catering, the plate was excellent although the vegetables could've been firmer...hehe...i should be a food critic.
I didn't know anyone there besides andrea and her parents. The wedding joined a son of Andrea's old neighbors back when she and her family lived there in Memphis. The family contained three sons, all of them with tear-soaked speeches at their disposal. I honestly never have seen guys cry so much at a happy event...funerals, yes, but not a wedding! c'mon!!!
During this crying session, I was in the process of draining many glasses of wine and champagne. This gave me that horrible tired drunk--however, that's way better than i'll-get-naked-at-any-moment whiskey drunk. Andrea was egging me on to embarrass myself in front of her parents, having the story of my infamous new year's story fresh in her head. I didn't however. I straightened my already sinking body as much as possible and actually held a semi-intelligent conversation for a short time. It felt great to leave...well, to sit down really. I was horribly drunk by then.
Since we did leave early, andrea and I got to romp on the kingsize bed before her parents got back to the hotel...nice. This left me near-dead, so I set up the hide-a-bed and passed out at 10:30. About 5 and a half hours later, I wake up with a horrible sweat. I was burning up, so I got up to get some water and turn the AC to its coolest setting. This action proved fatal for the rest of my sleeping. I never went to sleep again that morning. I passed the time watching and picking out the small variations in the consecutive sporstcenters they show late at night. God...you know the broadcasters sit through like 3 sportscenters in a row reading the same exact lines?!? That would kill me.
Finally, when Andrea couldn't stand tossing and turning to the delightful sounds of highlights, she awoke and we went to breakfast. Again, more free food awaited us outside our door. We stayed at the Embassy Suites (for...get this...free), and they have a free breakfast. This wasn't one of those shitty free continental "breakfasts" where they leave last nights donuts out and have some warm milk on the counter. It was actually full-service including bacon, eggs, sausage, potatoes (although cold), and an omelette bar...did i mention this was free?
Amazingly, I didn't feel tired at all throughout the entire morning. I guess the alcohol actually knocked me out enough to actually get a good night's sleep. Being a partial insomniac doesn't ever allow for this phenomenon to happen. Whether I sleep 4 or 12 hours, I still feel tired because i never really sleep. I fully wake up around 4 or 5 times a night, and god knows how many times i partially wake up. So I actually felt great. Andrea was slumping though. She, like I usually am, had little sleep (partially if not fully my fault, sorry babe). We went and visited her old neighborhood, getting lost about three times on the interstate before finally arriving (go shitty directions). We stayed for a while at the groom's parents' house before we went and ate another catered meal...for free!!!
Tortilla wraps with guacamole and ranch dressing = good
andrea's faux-vegetarian salad with 1000 island dressing = bad
Although not the most filling meal i've ever had, it was still a nice lunch. The idiots working brought andrea about 4 salads with meat on it before they finally got the point that she was a vegetarian. She obviously didn't enjoy the salad, so we took off early to find her some food. On the way there, I caught sight of a Houston's. From what i hear from work, our restaurant is a near replica of a Houston's. This is probably why we got sued by them 10 years ago. I had to see it. Everything from the menu structure to the booths, it was near-exact. They even have a fucking hickory burger with the exact same ingredients! That was quite amusing.
We took a good nap when we got to the hotel, then it was finally off to the wedding. Now, I don't wanna brag (wait...don't i always do that??), but we were the best looking couple there (yes, that includes the bride and groom). I had on my nice blue, crushed-rayon shirt with my new khakis, and andrea had her new poke-a-dot, 50s-style dress displaying her oh-so-tempting cleavage off. We looked hot. The wedding itself was pretty boring actually. I was expecting more seeing as how they put so much money into everything else. Sadly, it was a very, very traditional ceremony, but at least it ended quickly. We stuck around for pictures a lil bit, giving me the opportunity to talk to some of Andrea's parents' friends that used to live in Colorado.
The reception left no one disappointed. A whole floor of a convention center was committed to the festivities. Great, free food again welcomed us. This time the menu was of a buffet style serving risotto, pork loin roast, shrimp cocktail, some cool little spinach crepe-wraps, and again...all you can drink wine. They had a nice balcony with tables set up, so we can sit, smoke and enjoy the outside environment. It closed down pretty early (about 11), but we still had a lot of fun dancing and eating.
We went back to the hotel for a quick dip in the hot tub where andrea actually chickened out from an exhibitionist scene (tsk, tsk). This left us still fooling around when we got back to the room. Of course, I have to be the one naked in this situation. Like andrea predicted, her parents walked right in on us having the hide-a-bed right in front of the door. Having years of "watching porn while my parents are asleep" training, I managed to react quickly and throw some blankets over me before they caught sight of anything (hopefully). Although embarrassing, her parents had no problem with it...just a nice, big laugh.
The final day had us eating at the world famous Corky's for our farewell meal. The dry, memphis style ribs were great for ribs, but they were still ribs. I never really liked that meat, but i ate them all up. The final piece picked from my chicken had to land all over my white shirt of course. I was pretty stupid for wearing white there in the first place, but oh well. I must've been the best thing since sliced bread to andrea's family friends because they all hated to see us go. Even the groom's mom cried when she was hugging andrea good-bye. Crazy. I'm good at making first impressions, but this is ridiculous. Allen and Sheila invited us down to stay at their new house in Chattanooga. Allen gave me his business card wanting me to call him for a possible engr career. Like i said, crazy.
The ride home went by a lot easier. One, it helped that all the construction was closed for sunday through Arkansas. Two, we read harry potter aloud to one another (shudyup, i'm not a dork). Three, we also played a very troublesome game called "Kill, Marry, Fuck." Four, Andrea drove!!! We made it back in seven hours.
Total money spent between andrea and I the entire weekend: $24
which means: Overall, fun, fun, free weekend!