Anyway, since she’s practically
my sister now, she will get some of Mark’s grief henceforth. She won’t get
nearly as much as Mark, but I’m honor bound to give her some. Anyway, I stood
up and told her that I really came for the food, not to see(so to speak) her
and Mark. I think she just laughed and said she understood, but I can’t exactly
remember now. It must have something to do with the chocolate martini.
I made Matt’s(the best man)
night when I drank a whole chocolate martini. By this point, I think it became
a mission to find some alcoholic beverage I would drink, since nothing at the
bachelor party served. I don’t remember if we were leaving or I went out to the
bar with Matt, but he tried one last drink, the chocolate martini. I didn’t
like the chocolate whiskey on the vino tour, but I figure I’d humor everyone. The
martini was pretty good, though Mark said later that you’re supposed to sip it,
not drink it like soda. See, that’s how little I know about drinking, and
sometimes I called it a chocolate margarita.
My mother says that would be
disgusting, but I don’t know why. By the end of the weekend everybody probably
knew Mark’s brother Joe who never took more than one sip of any alcoholic
drink, finished a chocolate martini. We joked that maybe I should down a couple
stiff ones before the wedding, since it might help me walk straight. After all,
everyone else walks crooked after downing one too many, and since I walk
crooked anyway, I might walk straight after downing one too many. Anyway, after
the excitement, those of us staying there staggered back to the Omni, and
congregated in the bar area for a little while.
When we eventually went back to
our room, the sofa bed was made up for me, and we got ready for the following
day, which proved very eventful. There was a view of the Battleship New Jersey
out our window, but unfortunately I couldn’t see it. Maybe I should have
imbibed a few more chocolate martinis. Eventually, I fell asleep, and woke up
ready for the wedding.
Jess had the gall to schedule
the wedding on opening weekend of the Penn State football season, so needless
to say most of the Penn State alumni gathered at an undisclosed location to
watch as much of the game as they could. I was awake by the time my parents
left so I get dressed in street clothes for one block walk to the Monaco later
in the morning.
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