Okay, so this wasn’t strictly a C.o.W. event, per se. But it was Digital_rider and Bouchezmoi’s wedding! And if the nuptial celebration of our Fearless Leader and Secretary General isn’t worthy of minutes, then I don’t know what is! And so, submitted for your approval, here are minutes from the rehearsal dinner and wedding of Digital_rider and Bouchezmoi and the fun-filled evenings that followed both.
Hi, we’re the loud fun part of the table.
Batosai loves good brushetta like nothing else.
Yes, label the seafood please. Anaphylactic shock is not a good way to begin a wedding.
X-rated sushi? Don’t ask, it’s a Reno thing apparently.
Porn night at the Karaoke bar? How about karaoke pornography instead? No work with me here. The porno will play on the screen with subtitles to be read by the participants and, here’s the kicker, boys will read the girls parts and vice-versa.
*adopts deep masculine voice* Oh my. I’ve seen one so big before.
Kawika was unimpressed with the ono. It’s not a fish.
Batosai might guard the velvet rope for a Playboy Mansion party. Semi-celebrities with over inflated egos beware!
Do you know who I am?!? People, help us, this woman doesn’t know who she is.
Wow, this is the worst Paris Hilton costume I’ve seen tonight! (Batosai said he might steal this one from me *blushes* he he he)
No homo.
So what exactly is the time limit on calling no homo? Does it last through an entire homoerotic orgy for example? The duration of Brokeback Mountain? Or just one painful shower filled with homophobic asshats still wearing their gym shorts?
Yes, lifeadrift has an entire maneuver named after him!
Many, many Oxy memories ensued. Who knew we remembered so much!
Lifeadrift promises to sneak into an actual C.o.W. meeting at some point. Until then, he is a member is spirit, but not in spirits.
Don’t violate the drawer handles!!! They must be protected.
Yes, yes, blithescribe saved the day yet again with her keen powers of perception. OMG! The drawers have handles!
Digital_rider is just lucky we didn’t have a screw driver on us or he would have come in to a pile of drawer handles on the floor, safely removed from potential harm…and from the drawers.
LJ posts making fun of drama and even those about how to avoid drama just lead to more drama…it’s the ultimate irony of the medium.
Don’t ask mortgaged to comment on the appliances they show on HGTV, just don’t do it.
Digital_rider has had enough responsibility this weekend. He doesn’t want the remote control.
Wow! What an outfit. ALOHA, indeed.
I’m trying really hard not to look!
LJ-keteer role call! OK Mortgaged, maybe we really do need those nametags!
…and lifeofreilly’s hittin’ on the married chick.
So how did you get the name NTGRS, anyway? Well, when we get back to our room, I’ll show you.
NTGRS’s girlfriend N’s nickname is now Stucco. Because she got so plastered she was stuck trying to remember the word plastered.
Midnightgambler is quite the shutterbug…but he will not go by the nickname Zimcheeks so don’t even think about it.
Hooloovooo’s gargoyles are awesome!!!
Apparently so is my chocolate paving stone cake. Much time was spent discussing how one of the wedding desserts was almost as good. *blushes again*
Oh, there are cases of open wine and champagne bottles left over. What a shame. It’ll be a chore, but we must finish them off. It’s for the bride!
It was a solemn, stately reception. The bride was three fisted drinking. The groom chugged champagne straight from the bottle and the guests…well…thank the FSM for buses. (And, let’s just say there’s a whole lot more than this that happened and I remember laughing over it a lot…but I can’t seem to remember what exactly was so funny…hmmm…I wonder how that happened.)
Yes, Xinamarie remembers college, we actually experienced it. (and we love her all the more so for it)
He struggled valiantly, but our champion lifeadrift was still only able to get through 16 of the 32 beer choices by 4pm.
*slurred almost beyond comprehension* Nonsense! We used to drink much more than this in college.
Plans were made for C.o.W. to potentially invade Arizona Faire one weekend.
Plans were idly discussed for moving out of state en mass and instituting a C.o.W. compound of houses somewhere. Of course, if we did that we’d be on every government watch list for creating an isolated community that values independent thought!
The 4:30 bus? Pshaw! The 5:30 bus? Pshaw again we say! But we had did have to take the 6:30 bus while some were still sober enough to ensure the others got on any of the buses.
Mortgaged, can you walk in a straight line? No. No, not really.
See this? This is a reenactment of our honeymoon right here. Said by Digital_rider’s sister-in-law pointing at his passed-out brother. D’oh.
Digital_rider? Bouchezmoi? Do you want to join us for dinner? Hmmm…they have other plans? Go figure.
No, saying she wants to have sex with her husband now isn’t graphic! Graphic would have been if she’d said…
There was a lot of giggling and then he answered the door in a towel.
Superman!
And mortgaged even convinced the waiter to bug darkpyxie with a text.
Yeah, the naked woman you just texted is hot tubbing with her husband.
BRB. Keep f-ing me.
Never have I seen two people glowing more over a Domino’s pizza dinner.
Wow, we’ve partied really hard but we’ve never actually lost someone before.
And one missing shoe? There’s a story there and absolutely no one who remembers it.
…and much, much more! I didn’t hear it all, and I can barely remember that which I did hear so, if you remember anything else funny from the wedding weekend, please record it here in the comments. Remember, it’s for C.o.W. It’s for posterity. It’s for hilarity! And, most important of all, it’s for the bride.