I woke up with a little bit of a hangover. For me, that means I'm super, duper hungry and I have to poop. I don't throw up, I'm not out for the count, I may need a nap, but in general it's just that I need protein and some bathroom time. However, the after effects lasted longer than I'm used to (into the early afternoon), which makes me feel like I'm getting old. I've been told (by this girl) that we have harder and harder times rebounding as we get older, and I'm starting to believe it.
So, that first Jack&Coke at around 1:50pm didn't go down so well. Why was I drinking at 2pm? Well, we were at a Nebraska fan sports bar watching football. In full Michigan garb. Our game was about to begin. Wait, weren't we in NE for a wedding today? Yeah, but people keep scheduling their damn weddings on football Saturdays, so you have to work in some football whenever possible. Anyway, the double Jack&Coke (it was only $1 more) didn't taste very good. However, all of the shitty bar food that we devoured did, so it worked. Though we were the clear minority, everyone was really nice, and most of the football on the TVs was going our way, so we just enjoyed.
Skip ahead to a trolley that was taking us from the Hilton to the church. The church was cute and tucked into downtown. Overall, the wedding felt super fancy schmance (word?). It made me remember how different people dress between the two coasts. A tie is pretty formal for a Northern Californian, and it was the extent of my outfit. Yet, I was the only man not in a suit at the church. (Heck, I had sneakers on. There was dancing to be done later.) It was the fastest ceremony that I can remember, and the preacher/minister/pastor/deacon? was pretty entertaining. It was over, we were standing in the courtyard ready to throw petals, the bride and groom came out and loaded the party bus, and then the progression to the wedding needed to be figured out.
This was the most awkward part of the weekend. The whole wedding party loaded the bus. Then all the hip, young kids loaded it. Everyone that Annie and I knew was on the bus. Yet, there was a substantial group of people still loitering outside of the church, mostly the bride's family. So, we just waited around for some sort of group motion toward the reception, by some mode of transportation. I was positive that the reception was just a block away. I kept pointing at the building I thought it was. Eventually, we reloaded the trolley and made it to the reception without any problems (I was wrong and glad I didn't drag Annie to the wrong place). However, there were a good 10-15 minutes of Annie and Rob standing around awkwardly and alone.
The beginning of the reception was a cocktail hour with, yet again, another open bar. We met up with a friend from MI and proceeded to 'try' all of the appetizers that we're being served. Some were 'tried' more than once. Shit didn't get real until we walked into the ballroom though. It was like walking into the new Aria in Vegas. A huge chandelier winds down from the ceiling with the 6?-tiered cake centered beneath it. It was beautiful and impressive. There were so many money signs floating through my head. (I'd be lying if I didn't say that I kept thinking about all of the money going by at every step of the process. It didn't make me any more excited to get married one day.)
|S&N initials were found everywhere. It was a lesson in advertising.|
I danced with the bride's mother, an aunt, the groom's mom, heck... everyone. Some dudes, too. At one point I was starting to wind down (and the music wasn't helping), when a middle-aged woman approached me. "I just wanted to let you know that you have quite an audience; you need to keep going. You've been winding down a little, and I thought I'd let you know we're all watching you now." Then she returned to her group along one of the walls. This was right on par with the group of white guys standing by my table that fist-pounded me at one point when I was returning to my table for the water/napkin routine.
I've never Soul Trained. There was talk, but it never got pulled off. I was also told that I should try a back flip off of the main table. I considered it, but Annie called me stupid and brought me back down to Earth. At one point, a girl grabbed the mic and thought it was drunken karaoke time. (This same girl had an epic moment where she fell in front of the bride and groom later that night in the hotel, was picked up by the groom, and started to be escorted back to her room before one of her friends found her and yelled at her for being dealt with by the bride and groom on their wedding night. When the bride was telling the story the next morning, it sounded like a dream... but it wasn't. It was hilarious.)
The reception ended at midnight. We all lit sparklers to escort the bride and groom out. Then, the cool, hip kids progressed to a late-night pizza parlor and sports bar. Nothing significant happened after that, and we progressed back to the hotel without hitting any bars, and we went to bed at a reasonable hour. Oh, we did have to walk by a mural twice during this portion of the night. There was a creepy girl painted that stared into your soul, no matter where you were standing. It still kind of haunts me.
|The girl under the arrow. I picked a weird angle so that she doesn't invade your dreams.|
I woke up feeling spectacular. That didn't appear to be the case for most of the other participants. They apparently didn't burn the alcohol off by dancing like the rest of us. There was one last group brunch before we all split to head home.
So, that was the wedding. I really don't know if I could handle the attention that a bride and groom get for a whole day. I'm happy enough blogging for attention, where I don't have to make eye contact or small talk or "practice hugging short people". This was, hands down, the fanciest wedding I'll ever attend. I'm very happy that I was able to be there for the bride and groom, and they seemed very happy to have us travel so far to share it with them. I'm also happy that I met a bunch of new people that I very much enjoyed, and I've already started my Facebook pursuit of all of their friendships... for stalking at a later date.
Yet another wedding this weekend in Oakland!
The last day in Omaha is summarized here.