Post by EJP on Aug 6, 2007 3:08:06 GMT -5
The wedding is over, I'm back and boy was that a waste of time, gas, money, and did I mention time?
Day1: " The toast and dinner"
On the first day we were to drive up there which would take about 10 hours and ended up taking that long if not longer. At 5:00PM there was to be a toast for the two to be wed the next day, we missed it. At 5:00PM we were still in the great, too long and nothing but farm lands. Man was there a hell of alot of farm lands to drive through. Which really sucked at one point because a big rig truck got jackknifed and spilled red peppers all over the damn highway, which truth be told was funny once we saw it, but it took too long to drive past it. We got to the hotel at 5:45PM quickly changed and went to dinner which started at 6:00PM which we were late for since the direction and parking sucked. Once there, my sister and her boyfriend were carded before the waiter would even put down a wine glass, while I (who is only 20 years old) had a glass put down in front of me and I wasn't even questioned about anything, even after my sister and boyfriend were carded. It was funny, which soon turned to anger once dinner was served. The restaurant was expensive and the food SUCKED! You might as well walk up and paid $5 to be slapped in the face with a Fish. The proportion were so small, everyone went somewhere else to eat right after dinner. Although I did like the leg of duck I got, but note, the leg of duck was the only thing I had to eat other than coconut cake which unlike what everyone else ordered, was an actual piece of cake. Oh and I almost forgot, we found out that my uncle and Jill (The wife to be.) where actually already married since that morning due to some things that are very unimportant to you and I didn’t really get. Rest of the night was MEH with extreme MEH-ness.
Day2: “ This is a wedding?”
On this day was the wedding which we missed, like the one before it, just this time knowing where it was and that it was actually taking place. Like before the direction we had sucked, we got lost, showed up late, decided to nuke the whole city and then rebuild it to fix the damn roadways (or at least that was just me on that last one). We showed up just in time for NOTHING! The party afterward was just like the funeral reception I went to years ago. No cake, no dancing, no Music, the food sucked, I had no one to talk to, the only people in my age group were my sister and her boyfriend (no hot girls if you have yet to figure it out), I promised not to get drunk at the wedding so I wasn’t drinking unlike everyone else, and overall I felt like I wasted a lot more of my life while being there. Oh and there was a piñata there shaped like a rock (A joke to my uncle since he is a rock doctor/guy who studies rocks as well as his wife.) for the kids which took a long time to break and didn’t bust open until my sister’s boyfriend took the wiffle bat to it (I didn’t even bother trying since I’d put down the wiffle bat and use my fists) and ultimately just ripped it open with his hands. When it ended and got back to the hotel, we found out someone had actually stolen money from the room with all the purses in it. So it was a crappy time followed up by a trip to boarders where I managed to actually do something. I read the whole first manga to Battle Royal which was rather fucked up and yet funny. After which we went to dinner at the hotel and the rest of the night was spent watching TV back in the hotel room while my sister drove her boyfriend to drinking and getting really drunk.
Day 3: “ Going home”
All was over and we packed up, left, and was on the road by 9:40AM. I ended up sleeping most of the ride home we made a few stops, one of which was Dutch land with many bakeries, one was at another hotel famous for its bathrooms (which smelled dreadful.) and its big cakes with chocolate ribbons, we pulled over twice with a half hour in between so that my sister’s boyfriend could throw up on the highway which in my opinion was caused by the happy meal (or whatever the hell you call it.) from Burger King he got which was the stop right after Dutch land and right before the throwing up began, and the last stop was at some beach so that Nick (My sister’s boyfriend) could walk around, get some fresh air, and throw up all over the beach if he had to, even though to my knowledge he didn’t. We didn’t get home until 9:00PM and that’s all that happened really on my trip.
Day1: " The toast and dinner"
On the first day we were to drive up there which would take about 10 hours and ended up taking that long if not longer. At 5:00PM there was to be a toast for the two to be wed the next day, we missed it. At 5:00PM we were still in the great, too long and nothing but farm lands. Man was there a hell of alot of farm lands to drive through. Which really sucked at one point because a big rig truck got jackknifed and spilled red peppers all over the damn highway, which truth be told was funny once we saw it, but it took too long to drive past it. We got to the hotel at 5:45PM quickly changed and went to dinner which started at 6:00PM which we were late for since the direction and parking sucked. Once there, my sister and her boyfriend were carded before the waiter would even put down a wine glass, while I (who is only 20 years old) had a glass put down in front of me and I wasn't even questioned about anything, even after my sister and boyfriend were carded. It was funny, which soon turned to anger once dinner was served. The restaurant was expensive and the food SUCKED! You might as well walk up and paid $5 to be slapped in the face with a Fish. The proportion were so small, everyone went somewhere else to eat right after dinner. Although I did like the leg of duck I got, but note, the leg of duck was the only thing I had to eat other than coconut cake which unlike what everyone else ordered, was an actual piece of cake. Oh and I almost forgot, we found out that my uncle and Jill (The wife to be.) where actually already married since that morning due to some things that are very unimportant to you and I didn’t really get. Rest of the night was MEH with extreme MEH-ness.
Day2: “ This is a wedding?”
On this day was the wedding which we missed, like the one before it, just this time knowing where it was and that it was actually taking place. Like before the direction we had sucked, we got lost, showed up late, decided to nuke the whole city and then rebuild it to fix the damn roadways (or at least that was just me on that last one). We showed up just in time for NOTHING! The party afterward was just like the funeral reception I went to years ago. No cake, no dancing, no Music, the food sucked, I had no one to talk to, the only people in my age group were my sister and her boyfriend (no hot girls if you have yet to figure it out), I promised not to get drunk at the wedding so I wasn’t drinking unlike everyone else, and overall I felt like I wasted a lot more of my life while being there. Oh and there was a piñata there shaped like a rock (A joke to my uncle since he is a rock doctor/guy who studies rocks as well as his wife.) for the kids which took a long time to break and didn’t bust open until my sister’s boyfriend took the wiffle bat to it (I didn’t even bother trying since I’d put down the wiffle bat and use my fists) and ultimately just ripped it open with his hands. When it ended and got back to the hotel, we found out someone had actually stolen money from the room with all the purses in it. So it was a crappy time followed up by a trip to boarders where I managed to actually do something. I read the whole first manga to Battle Royal which was rather fucked up and yet funny. After which we went to dinner at the hotel and the rest of the night was spent watching TV back in the hotel room while my sister drove her boyfriend to drinking and getting really drunk.
Day 3: “ Going home”
All was over and we packed up, left, and was on the road by 9:40AM. I ended up sleeping most of the ride home we made a few stops, one of which was Dutch land with many bakeries, one was at another hotel famous for its bathrooms (which smelled dreadful.) and its big cakes with chocolate ribbons, we pulled over twice with a half hour in between so that my sister’s boyfriend could throw up on the highway which in my opinion was caused by the happy meal (or whatever the hell you call it.) from Burger King he got which was the stop right after Dutch land and right before the throwing up began, and the last stop was at some beach so that Nick (My sister’s boyfriend) could walk around, get some fresh air, and throw up all over the beach if he had to, even though to my knowledge he didn’t. We didn’t get home until 9:00PM and that’s all that happened really on my trip.