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Jan. 5th, 2003 02:27 pmSo, the wedding went off better than expected. I had managed to mix the right parts of immodium and sudafed to get me through the service - and the addition of alcohol at the reception (aren't Catholic weddings great?) made everything better. I think the combination might have killed a lesser man. :-)
Flashback to earlier. We had picked up the tuxes and I was taking him back to his apartment so he could rest and get dressed, the topic turned to the fact that the night was going to be big more than one reason. I found myself giving sex advice to a 27 year old straight virgin. The things I won't do for my friends. (Take it slow was the big one, and don't be afraid to be a bit disappointed with the first time, you'll both be extremely nervous).
I asked him if he was prepared for the night. He said he was, having gone to Sam's Club to pick up a box of 40 condoms. "40!" I remarked. "I don't plan to use them all the first night, besides, we have a honeymoon!" "Still, 40?" "It was the smallest box they had at Sam's."
Needless to say that 40 became the running inside joke for the evening.
The wedding was as complicated as you would expect, walking, standing sitting (kneeling for some) walking some more. The Priest had this bizarre speech impediment that reminded me of the priest in The Princess Bride. "Maarwagge" I was snickering.
I rode with the bride and groom to the reception at the Houston Galleria. The wedding party was introduced (all 22 of us) and it was buffet, cakes etc.
And then I did my toast. I was totally worried because I was a bit out of sorts, but there was a big crowd and many of my Fraternity Brothers and Sorority Sisters were there. I spoke about how Hans had once thought he'd never find anyone special (declining to mention that I would have liked to vie for that spot), and then Naima had entered his life...yadda yadda yadda. I believe I used the word "Smitten". It rocked, and people congratulated me. my job was over for the night, having delivered the groom, and toasted. It was time to dance.
Normally I don't dance. But hey, I was drugged up, so anything was possible. I was bopping around to some songs, just working with the crowd, and then a slower-tempo song came up, people started coupling up, and I looked to leave the floor. Richard, my Grand Little Brother (Fraternity stuff) came over and had that look of do you want to dance? Richard's totally crazy with youthful energy. He's like 22 (yes, another straight guy). I looked at him like he was totally nuts, but he kept insisting, so I took him by the waist and went for it. The brothers were howling! I told him "this isn't Rich's" (popular gay dance club) he whispered back, "just have a good time" - ohh you betcha!
Again, just stayed loose after that, dancing around with the sorority sisters and such. then they had the money dance - where you get to dance with the bride or groom with a donation. I was elected to start with Naima and we twirled for a moment. I watched for a while, as Marco, one of Naima's cousins moved through Hans' line. I thought I'd let him be first. I waited to the side for Marco to start dancing and I boldly cut in line, tossed a five to the Maid of honor and told Marco to step aside (again. more howling) and I took my turn around the dance floor with Hans.
Before I passed him on to the waiting woman, I told him "Don't use all 40 at once."
See a few pictures here Wedding Candids
Flashback to earlier. We had picked up the tuxes and I was taking him back to his apartment so he could rest and get dressed, the topic turned to the fact that the night was going to be big more than one reason. I found myself giving sex advice to a 27 year old straight virgin. The things I won't do for my friends. (Take it slow was the big one, and don't be afraid to be a bit disappointed with the first time, you'll both be extremely nervous).
I asked him if he was prepared for the night. He said he was, having gone to Sam's Club to pick up a box of 40 condoms. "40!" I remarked. "I don't plan to use them all the first night, besides, we have a honeymoon!" "Still, 40?" "It was the smallest box they had at Sam's."
Needless to say that 40 became the running inside joke for the evening.
The wedding was as complicated as you would expect, walking, standing sitting (kneeling for some) walking some more. The Priest had this bizarre speech impediment that reminded me of the priest in The Princess Bride. "Maarwagge" I was snickering.
I rode with the bride and groom to the reception at the Houston Galleria. The wedding party was introduced (all 22 of us) and it was buffet, cakes etc.
And then I did my toast. I was totally worried because I was a bit out of sorts, but there was a big crowd and many of my Fraternity Brothers and Sorority Sisters were there. I spoke about how Hans had once thought he'd never find anyone special (declining to mention that I would have liked to vie for that spot), and then Naima had entered his life...yadda yadda yadda. I believe I used the word "Smitten". It rocked, and people congratulated me. my job was over for the night, having delivered the groom, and toasted. It was time to dance.
Normally I don't dance. But hey, I was drugged up, so anything was possible. I was bopping around to some songs, just working with the crowd, and then a slower-tempo song came up, people started coupling up, and I looked to leave the floor. Richard, my Grand Little Brother (Fraternity stuff) came over and had that look of do you want to dance? Richard's totally crazy with youthful energy. He's like 22 (yes, another straight guy). I looked at him like he was totally nuts, but he kept insisting, so I took him by the waist and went for it. The brothers were howling! I told him "this isn't Rich's" (popular gay dance club) he whispered back, "just have a good time" - ohh you betcha!
Again, just stayed loose after that, dancing around with the sorority sisters and such. then they had the money dance - where you get to dance with the bride or groom with a donation. I was elected to start with Naima and we twirled for a moment. I watched for a while, as Marco, one of Naima's cousins moved through Hans' line. I thought I'd let him be first. I waited to the side for Marco to start dancing and I boldly cut in line, tossed a five to the Maid of honor and told Marco to step aside (again. more howling) and I took my turn around the dance floor with Hans.
Before I passed him on to the waiting woman, I told him "Don't use all 40 at once."
See a few pictures here Wedding Candids
