I went to my ol' buddy PJ's wedding in Virginia Beach this weekend. They met in August, got engaged in April, and were married in July. The entire weekend came at me just that fast.
Thursday: Hop in car, ride to Philly, go to dinner, get drinks, go to bed.
Friday: Hop in car, ride to Va. Beach, head directly to rehearsal, zip to hotel, shower and change to nice clothes, eat rehearsal dinner, go to billiards bachelor party, go to brews post-bachelor party, go to bed.
Saturday: Get tuxedo, swim, go to wedding, go to reception, stumble back to hotel, go to bed.
Sunday: Get lunch, ride from Va. Beach to Syracuse in 11 hours. End of story.
Most of interspersed moments of the weekend were spent with Gabi, high-school buddies Paul and Jeff, and their associated girlfriends. We met up originally in Philly. Total insanity all weekend long. In the end, PJ got wrapped up in a package and shipped off to Miami with his bride to cash in his V-Chip, so it was a rousing success. I even caught a lull in my inebriation to talk with old time Young Life superhero T-Nova for a few minutes.
Ridiculous.
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