Poshdeluxe

forgot a few highlights from the wedding that i MUST share:

1) Getting Stranded Downtown

first, i must begin by telling you�a bit about our trip to the lake. on friday, after the rice picnic, ray led us (seth, jay, danny, julie) to this cool beach, where the water meets the sand and the sand meets… skyscrapers. i’m certain they’ve filmed movies there. ray left to change into his bathing suite (yeah, hard core) while julie, danny and i frolicked in the FREEZING water. and… you saw it coming… we start splashing each other by kicking the water just a little bit… then julie tries to splash danny and ends up SOAKING my back with water and sand. it was pretty hilarious and i really didn’t mind. FINALLY ray gets back (he missed all the fun) and dives right into the water (brrr). eventually julie, seth and i decide to leave to meet up with jared, who had called to inform us that the blue line of the L had been shut down (we later found out that someone died… eek). julie rubs dry sand on her feet to get the wet sand off, and, following her technique, ray flings himself on the ground and rolls around like a 5 year old until he is COVERED in sand. i’ve got a picture. it’s gross.

so, julie and i walk with seth towards the red line and realize that we are a little smelly. like, polluted nasty water smelly. yuck. it’s ok, though, cos other people on the L don’t always smell so great. we could just be those passengers that other people sit next to and then stand back up and step away from. ha ha.

so, because the blue line has been suddenly closed, there is mucho chaos. we get directions from a helpful CTS (is that right?) employee about how to go up to the street and catch the “blue line shuttle”. at this point we decide to just get a cab… and then we step on the street… and it’s raining. not like houston rain, but definitely wet. so of course all of the cabs are TAKEN. seriously, at least 30 cabs passed us, all occupied.

at this point, i must add the fact that julie and i had to be at the church for the rehearsal at 6:00 sharp. time is ticking. we need to get home. so we try to find the blue line shuttle, only to encounter a MASS of very irritated people on the corner who are all feeling the same sort of angst we are (i must exclude seth and jared, however, because they were pretty chill about the whole thing. as usual). things are getting to the emergency level, so we call megan, the maid of honor, to see if she can pick us up in sofia’s car… she replies by saying, “well, i would… but we don’t know where it is. we can’t find sofia’s car. we’ve been looking for it all day.” uhhh… ok (turns out dan had borrowed it and forgotten to tell anyone… but that added a hysterical tinge to the evening).

now julie and i are starting to panic. we are STRANDED downtown! minutes are ticking by and we have to get to the church (and change, if possible, out of our sketchy lake-infused attire). we call yellow cab, and, after being forced to provide a busines name (?! i just found one on the wall of a nearby office building), are told that it will take 20 minutes. ACK!

thankfully, a true miracle occurred and�a cab stopped right across the street to drop off its passenger. “RUN!” i shouted as we dashed for the cab. i already looked like a freak, so who cares… we GOT THE CAB. once inside, julie and i collapsed. we were going to make it (with no time for showers, of course, but this was now a trivial point. i think i had already become immune to the smell). we dashed into the apartment, changed, and made it to the church by 6:02 PM (right before dan’s family walked in, i must add).

whew!

2) When Seth�Eatinger�Crashed Into the Priest

(this story will be shorter, i promise, but more interesting)

as i mentioned in my previous entry, the reception was HOPPIN’. thanks to “the people’s choice”, we were dancing up a storm and *definitely* working up a sweat. to end the reception, the dj made the poetic decision to play “last dance”, that golden disco tune from a terrible film starring jeff goldblum and debra winger. we end up creating a circle of groove, with individual dancers stepping into the center to show off their smooth moves. i must mention that the priest, who turned out to be a little party priest, was a member of this disco circle. towards the end of the song, seth e. steps into the circle’s center and succumbs to his inner groove, with lots of arm movement and body swivels… all of a sudden, one foot catches on the other and he (rather gracefully, i must admit) nearly falls to the floor (i thought he did it on purpose, at first)… attempts to balance himself… fails utterly, and CRASHES into the nearby table, chairs and of course, Father Fiesta. in fact, the priest actually reaches out his arms to try to stabalize seth but is�thrown�back by�a�chair�upon the�impact of seth’s face on the table (and i mean IMPACT).

we all stop dancing and stare in horror (ok, actually we took one second to make sure seth was ok and then we started laughing uncontrollably). it was so awesome. not as awesome when the bridge of seth’s nose started bleeding, but hey, it’s a battle scar, right?… from the battle of “the last dance”. ha ha ha. fantastic. especially in front of the priest.

thanks seth (a.k.a. dancing queen), for providing one of the best moments of the reception. hope yr nose is ok.