The Moat Dried Up

HA!!HA!!
If you read my post about Jerry Springer=my life, you'll understand.
The wedding was FAN-TASTIC. I'll try to be brief, but you never know with me.

Ryan showed up here at 5, and I got really flustered because the map I had said that the church was in one place, but the directions with the invitation said it was at another place. I decided to go with the invitation directions. This church is like 3 minutes from my house, but I hate being late, so we left at 5:10. We got to the church parking lot at 5:13. Oops. We were too early, so we drove around the neighborhood, and arrived at 5:45. That's much better. The wedding started at 6:05 or so and was over by 6:25. Score. Ryan met some of my old friends, but he was really nervous.

We got to the reception and the drinks started flowing. Ryan wasn't nervous anymore and that was a good thing. We were talking to everyone, and when I wasn't around, he was telling my old friends about how I was fired, but his version of the story is SO funny, they were all laughing. I was a little embarrassed, but whatever. I was in a great mood. That girl is Chinese or Malaysian or who knows what, and he was saying that I was racist, and kept calling her RARA, instead of Lada. hee hee. You had to be there, really.

After the reception ended Ryan told me that MHS was at the bar, and he wanted us to pick him up. There was no way either of us was driving, so we had Emily take us to Lisa's house, where she changed, and then we went downtown to pick up MHS. He decided on the way to the after party that he would be from Dublin, Ireland. He was talking in that accent MOST of the time. Sometimes he would forget, but no one even noticed except me and Ryan. We died laughing. My friend Colleen's dad is from Ireland. She's married to an Italian named Zack (that's an abbreviation of his last name, but that's what we call him). So the whole night, Zack kept running in and out yelling to Colleen that he had to meet this guy from Dublin. Every time Colleen would get up to go find him, MHS would run and hide. He was either in the bathroom or downstairs with the dogs, or wherever. It was too funny, but Colleen was getting mad at her husband for forcing her to meet "the guy." At the end of the night, Lisa and I told him that Zack and Colleen were the dumbest couple of the group, and Colleen would have never noticed. It's kind of mean to say that, but it's true. On Sunday, MHS was mad that he kept running away. He totally could've pulled it off.

After the afterparty, Lisa dropped us off at my house. Now there are 3 in the party. Ryan's car is a two-seater and my car was at the reception site. So..everybody stayed here. We went downstairs for some reason, and Ryan totally bit it on my stairs and broke the railing. He pulled half of it out of the wall. It's not that bad, but who breaks the railing? He promised to fix it, and we'll see. I'm not the best housekeeper, so I'll get it fixed eventually, but that was eventful. I actually forgot the railing was broken and when I went to get clothes on Sunday, I got scared because I saw tons of drywall on the floor and didn't know what happened.

We eventually got our cars (around 1) and everybody went to their houses. What a fun night. Ryan was really happy that he went, and things are really good with us. heh, I said "us."

Oh, BF#1 was at the wedding, and apparently he heard that Ed and I broke up the night before. Boy was he trying to make the moves. He was like 'Who's your friend?' 'What are you doing later, blah blah.' He was at the after party, but he was passed out most of the time, and his friends had to carry him to the car, and then carry him inside his Mom's house. Some things never change.

I wish I had one more day to chill out because I was feeling it on Sunday. What time change? You don't get an extra hour of sleep when you're drunk/hungover.

PS. You know how I'm a freak about toothbrushes and toothpaste, right (I have like a year's supply at all times)? Well, I loaned Ryan a toothbrush and now it's in the holder. How funny is that? It's just a little reminder for me. His is pink. Bwahhaa..