I've accepted the fact that my blogging has seriously been lacking. When I'm only posting about 2.3 times per month, that ain't exactly enough times to attract any new readers. And why would I want new readers? Who knows. I guess it's what any writer wants - to be read. To know that your words are being read by people. And that maybe they will have some sort of impact on their lives. But one would have to actually write something worthwhile to read, and at a fairly reasonable frequency to actually have people read it.
So I digress.
Bubba finally done and did it. He got married. The wedding went perfectly. Except for my brother's wife's kid that fell down the stairs during the opening ceremonies. No harm, no foul. Oh and we had to delay the wedding by 30 minutes because 2 of the bridesmaids were stuck in traffic. Oh well.
It was good to see my family again, many of whom I hadn't seen in about 3.5 years. The only real problem was the heat. It was about 95 degrees outside, with the humidity hovering around 80%, and no breeze. And the wedding was OUTSIDE!!! Needless to say, we were sweating just a weeee little bit.
I did manged to have the following question asked to me about 12-15 times during the reception (and I'm not exaggerating): "Well Double D, when are you going to get married?"
The rehearsal and dinner went very well. After the dinner, a group of about 8 of us headed to the local "Saloon" for some well deserved drinks. A classy establishment, this place is not. But those of you that know me, know exactly which place I'm talking about. We got there at about 9 PM and didn't leave until the bartender kicked us out at 2 AM.
What happened during that night?
Well, the bartender flashed us 3 times (and this was mixed company, mind you), did a makeshift strip tease for my brother, and capped it all off by dancing on the bar. She kinda did a Coyote Ugly/stripper dance on the bar. Her legs were long, her bosom ample, and she had a face that made you wanna turn out the lights.
Very interesting indeed. Big R, you missed quite a show. She even French-braided Annie's hair. Awww. How sweet.
Nothing like returning to your home town for some excitement. I was pretty surprised that I didn't see any of my high school classmates. Almost every time that I go in that Saloon, I see somebody from my class. Kinda sad really. Although I don't know what is sadder - the fact that my former classmates are in the bar, or the fact that I am.
I was pretty disappointed in my brother's groomsmen though. Well, at least 2 of them. There were four of us total, and 2 of the guys never really were with the group once the dinner was finished. They didn't even say good-bye to us when they left. Heck, I'm not even sure that they said bye to my brother. They pretty much dropped the ball on all of the activities.
First, Annie and I threw Bubba and his Bride a Couple's Shower. They were all invited, and none of them even bothered to RSVP that they were not going to make it, much less actually show up at the thing. All, I repeat, all of the bridesmaids attended.
Then there was the bachelor party. One of the groomsmen hungout for golf and dinner. He left after dinner because he said that he had to go home to his wife. Sad. Very sad. Heck, even Big R made it to the party. And he lives 4.5 hours away.
At least all of them made it to the rehearsal and the wedding. And all but one of them hung out with us after the rehearsal dinner.
All in all, it was a pretty pathetic showing for the groomsmen. I know that I'd be pretty pissed if mine did that to me.
Another example of his friend's "generous" nature.
When we were golfing, one of Bubba's friends wanted to bet with my brother. I wasn't really paying attention, but the bet was over who would buy dinner for them that night. I said to Big R, "Doesn't he (Bubba's friend) realize that Bubba isn't paying for his dinner anyway?"
I forget about the bet, and I really didn't think that they even placed the wager. So we arrive at our BBQ place and get in line to order. I handed my brother a $20 bill, and told him to buy mine and his dinner with that. I got back from the bathroom just in time for the cashier to ring up our total: $23.50.
I asked Bubba, "What in the heck did you order? Mine only cost about $2.50, and yours is about $8.?
He replied, "Well, Cole (the guy that he was "betting" with) won the bet and I have to pay for his dinner."
Let's just say that I was a bit hacked off, to say the least.
Oh, and to top it all off, Cole didn't even pay for his 3 beers that he got at the dinner table. To sum up, Cole stole a dinner from the groom and then didn't even bother to pay for his drinks. Actually, Big R bought them. Thanks Big R.
I guess the only thing that really mattered is that Bubba had a good time. Which he did.
And for those of you wondering how the bachelor party went, there was a grand total of 4 that attended. Bubba, myself, Big R, and the husband of one of the bridesmaids (who, by the way, Bubba had only met once before).
For those of you keeping score at home, that equals for one set of sorry-arsed groomsmen. And Bubba is a great guy. He didn't deserve any of that.
Oh well.
On a brighter note, Annie and I are heading to Aggieland this weekend for the game. Our opponent is the Louisiana School for the Pseudo-Handicapped and Only Half-Retarded but Still Able to Run and Speak (or LSPHOHRSARS). It should be fun.
Gig 'em.
Keep on keepin' on.
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