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You and the resplendent beauteous alluring bride, Lisa, in the picture above probably have something in common that neither of you have ever given a thought to. You both would call the groom in the same picture by his “given” name, Jeremy. I was taught you name what you love, that’s why when you get a puppy, or a kid, or a pet rock, you give it a name. Along these lines, when you make a good friend you can’t use the name their parents called them out of kinship love, you need to create a good nickname to express your friendship, usually involving some sort of play on their name, inside joke, gag, or insult.
For too long I was forced to call Jeremy by his “given” name while he called me by my evolved nickname, Pchewy, and it seemed unbalanced. Then one famed weekend we went on an impromptu road trip, and to me Petey was unearthed! Forevermore I will call Jeremy, Petey, because that's what his schoolmates on that famed road trip called him. The abridged version of the story goes, in grade school Jeremy read the part of a character named Petey in class, and it was such an unexpected moving performance, he adopted the alter-ego Petey.
All growns up (yeah right?), Petey got married to Lisa this weekend which allowed me to visit those same rambunctious group of guys again. Petey's new wife, Lisa, is awesome for him; beautiful and crazy smart, right up his alley, I'm so happy for him. The ceremony was like a woman's skirt, short enough to arouse interest but long enough to cover the essentials.
It’s always a little bizarre but beautiful watching a bride that you know drift elegantly down that hallowed isle the way a bowling bowl tossed by me wouldn't. A bonus was when I was reacquainted with the pews, I didn’t burn into the eternal fames of inferno. When exactly, one may wonder, did I realize I was God-like many have wondered? Well, it actually happened at dinner after a wedding rehearsal. I was chosen to say grace so I prayed to God out loud for the first time, and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself. That means I’m God right?
The picture above is the loving couple’s exit shot out of the chapel, where friends and family assaulted the newlyweds with not-rice, because suicidal birds would choke on rice. Between the wedding and reception we were invited to a bride's-side family member's house. They had some quality appetizers but more importantly, they had farm animals!! In honor of the horses there, Nicole and I played “H-o-r-s-e”, the basketball game of anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better. Though I had a slow start, adrenaline and testosterone pushed me to the come from behind victory over Nicole for the glorious win!!
Of course the real fun of any wedding for the non participating members is the reception. I swore to myself earlier that I wasn’t drinking any more. Then again, I'm not drinking any less—he-he. When the married couple did the obligatory first dance together, I almost dropped my drink in astonishment, like that time I thought there was a miniature UFO traveling at supersonic speeds in my room, flooding light off and on in different parts of my room, and disappearing when I turned on the light, until finally, I found out it was a firefly. Today's shock came from Petey’s pimpin' dance skills and quality swinger song selection which put ever groom I’ve ever met to shame. If his brain ever goes, I think he can fall back on a “teaching groom's to dance” career, or even better yet, be the actor, Petey.
At the wedding, Lisa's side had an riveting tradition where we all sang an authentic indigenous song together. Soon the last of the wedding tradition commenced with the catching of the bouquet and garter belt. Once again my football instincts overwhelmed my reason and I caught the garter belt, but I didn't really want it so I pretended to toss it back up; no offence to the provocative girl that caught the bouquet but the best man who ended up with the garter belt was more appropriate. Over too soon, we waited for a taxi for an eternity and headed back to our hotel.
Since we were in Buffalo for the wedding and KT had never seen the falls, we decided to check out the natural wonder. On the way to the border, KT turned to Dicke and asked, "Can you go to Canada?" It turns out with his security clearance Dicke couldn't leave the country without telling his company first. Instead we previewed the falls from the American side shooting obscenities at the Canadians as we clicked away to increase my plentiful online gallery. To my chagrin, we did my favorite thing, rode the Maid of The Mists boat ride. Now that's a way to end a weekend!!
Congrats again to Petey and Lisa. Check out the pics and keep in touch.
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