I went to spokane for my uncles wedding, and I had a blast!
First was the rehearsel dinner the night we arrived. It was loads of fun. We had lots of great food, talked with people, I got to flirt with one of the bridesmaids, a honorary one, and it fit cause I was a honorary groomsmen.
The next day my uncle, his best man, one of the groomsman and his wife went out to look at guns and some other stuff and hang out, have lunch ,etcetera. We went to one gunstore, it was so like a movie. There was a ex-army guy, big guy, slight belly, suspenders, beard and long hair with sunglasses who kept saying 'and your ready to rock 'n roll man' and then the guy who owned it was young, and his name was Axel Raven, man thats a crazy name and I am loving it.
So my sister, Niki, and her friend Kayla came to crash at my hotel room that night. Kayla was just coming down with food poisoning so I ended holding her hair back alot. Talked with them though, had a fun time. Then was the wedding. We went, it was beautifull, I would have cried but I didn't let myself.Then the reception. Great! The brides father makes his own liquors so everyone got a personel bottle of coconut rum, no alchohol taste to it at all , with their pictures on it celebrating their marriege.
I got up and danced with the bride, the time when you put money in the bride or grooms bag to dance for a little. Then she made me get up and do a fast dance. We had great italian food, her family being italian and her cousins catering it meant it had to be. Then, I ended up dancing the last part of the night, thirty minutes or so, up there with my friends just going crazy. First time I ever danced, and it was a blast!
During this I was snuck off, the best man sent me on a mission. To 'decorate' their hotel suite. Now, it was a five star hotel, and the manager was hesitent to let me in, but I was in my best black suit and I convinced her. So I toilet papered the place, put notes on the mirror and on peices of paper like 'Russ, call me at 222-9437, Little John' and stuff, it was great. The night was just awsome.
I went back to my room, hung out with one of my friends then went to sleep.
Even the last day was fun. We got up to leave, told my friends I would see 'em at home, and went to leave. Some japanese tourist girls took my picture since I was still in my black suit, giggled hell of cutely, waved, and then ran away. That made my day. So now I am home, and writing this because this has been the best god damn week of my life.