Ahhh, day 3. A doozy to say the least. Let's hear the details, honey.
Started off the day right with some fabulous Thai cuisine. This happened to be a big chunk of tofu cooked with amazing things and topped with an amazing sauce. It was amazing. If Marissa and I were to ever [accidentally] have children, we spent their would be college fund on dinner this whole trip. "Restaurants without cloth napkins!? Fuck that noise!"
To all members of our audience with crooked dicks resulting from their masturbation addictions, this photo is for you. I'm callin' you out, crookeds!!!!!!
What a beautiful, serene photo. The background and Marissa look good too!
Beautiful Lancaster County. No amish in this photo, I'm not sure how to get their stolen souls out of my camera anyway.
Shortly after this photo was taken, we were served a wonderful 3 course meal fit for a king's assistant. After dinner and the obligatory slide shows and HILARIOUS speeches from family and friends, it was time to get down to business.
OPEN BAR!!!!!!!!!! All the Yuengling I can drink AND Marissa is going to stay sober to drive us back to the hotel!?
I feel a death coming on.
Get that bouquet, you pussies! I want to see blood and chunks of hair scattered across the dance floor! No dice. Some fine young lady caught it and no one put up even the slightest fight. Ho-hum. I was hoping Marissa would at least bring a someone else's tooth out of the pit. No. Such. Luck.
After that jazz, the d.j. who looked unbelievably similar to Al Roker put on some jams, encouraged people to drink and loosen up, and get the good times rollin'.
I did just as Mr. Roker requested.
Oh, how sweet. Young summer love. Drunk, under a tent, summer love.
Now let's get rid of those mushy jams and get to the real deal.
The place erupted into a large amount of slightly tipsy young people dancing their fucking asses off to terrible "hits" that play on the radio every 4 seconds that the people just EAT THE FUCK UP. "Lady Gaga!?!?! OMFG YESS!!!"
I don't know what the fuck any of that shit was, but what do you expect when you hire a dj to play music for this sort of thing? While I absolutely can't stand this sort of generic, bullshit music.....I was just drunk enough to not care in the slightest.
What's that dance move called where you put your hands on your knees and cross your hands back and forth? I don't know, but I rocked the shit out of that maneuver. I think everyone hated me.
I was awarded the title "Person who does not fit into this setting the most." Here's my trophy to prove it. Shasta daisies? My fave!
Marissa trying hard to get her allergies to act up so she could have an asthma attack or whatever happens when her allergies go haywire.
I just remember being drunk and laughing until my teeth fell out when I took this photo. Hoards of people lined up down a walkway with sparklers everywhere. I have no idea what this was supposed to mean, but the girl in the front of the photo is fucking STOKED!
After the wedding and reception was all said and done, we swung by a restaurant to pick up some food and so Marissa could feed me more beer. Get back to the hotel and she decides the best thing we could do would be to dye our hair at 3am. This part of the night was blurry to say the least, dye job and a face shave. That's full service folks.
That's most of Day 3. What happened day 4!? Not a whole lot really, but I'll still put up an unnecessary post up about it just because I can.
Asians don't need to color their hair back. Disrespectful !
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