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Last weekend Wife and I attended the wedding of an old friend of mine. It was significant because, well not only the wedding, but that it would be the first night that we would leave LilGuns over night with his Grandparents.

We picked up my brothers lady in Cape E. and got to the Portland Club at just before 5. the last guests to arrive...of course. After shooting the shit with my bud's, many of who were in the wedding party, we were told to take our seats by someone.
The entrance of the wedding party began and before you knew it they bride and groom are walking out. Ten minutes start to finish. Let the reception begin!
The three of us went right back outside to the car where I had a few beers waiting in the car trunk. Hey, there is no need to buy 6 moderate quality 4$ beers when I got 6 good quality on ice right out side. The ladies each had a Sam Adams, I had two NewCastles. My brother came out and a few others. They shared some Crown Royal whiskey. Now, primed up we can go back in and have dinner.
The bride/groom first dance was a fun choreographed thing. Best one I ever saw...Something along the lines of THIS.
And the food was good. So, with that hurdle crossed there was nothing to do but feed wife a shot of tequila and dance and smoke a cigar.

OAPKAPK

Friday was interesting.

In college I was in a fraternity. At the time it was a new organization so there was a lot of chance for input and to leave deep marks. We did somewhere around 40 hours of community service each school year brought in new people every year and had a great time build memories and long term friends. Hell its even where I met Wife.
I joined 15 years ago. On Friday the newest group of 5 guys were initiated. They would have been 4 when I joined :S Now it's their turn. Our initiation does not involve paddles to the ass or jerking off donkeys. It's actually a formal ceremony that is the same at all chapters.
Rewind to December, the current active brothers starting adding/contacting the alumni via Facebook. Then the group email bullshitting, bantering, provoking and old stories started flowing. People starting adding. "Ill be there." "Im in" "Cant wait" "Remember when Thor F'd that fat chick." So,yeah, it started to get nasty...
Before you know it. 60 alumni are confirmed. HOW COULD I NOT GO?! I was in the first pledge class and had contributed quite a bit to that place. If anything I got to revisit my old house and see what has changed. Friday after work the 60 of us alums took over a small local bar for dinner and a pre-party before heading over to the house to visit the actives and new guys.
well not much has changed. It was like stepping into a fucking time machine The only real difference is that the place is more wired for the net. We just didn't have that in the mid 90's. Wifi didnt even exist, shit most web connections were still dial up. (gawd I sound old). Doors and windows are still broken. The floor is still covered in beer. All the couches still look like they came from the Gaza Strip and girls (some good some not so good) will still dance on top of what ever you place out there. Good Times.

In the end It was awesome to see my old friends. See old pictures that would ruin political careers. And see that the current actives are doing the same shit and making the same bonds I did and that the common tie that binds us as a group transcends time.

Have you been there?
Where you there?
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2 10's

I feel like I need a t-shirt made: I survived Christmas 2008.

I was'nt that bad, really. Wifes parents came up for the usual Christmas eve dinner and drinking. That went well, although I learned, brown rice is a little tricky to cook. But "The chicken was good." *eyerolling* ugh!. Ok.
Thursday, my brother (Doc256) and his woman came up. After they arrived we decided that Ma and Steve should be over here too. So I call up Ma. "Ma. Come over. We're havin' a pahty. You don't even have to put your pants on." " I don't?!" she says. I guess the last part was the real kicker, they came over. We had a party. She actually decided to put pants on..."In case we broke down."
Saturday, Dad and B came up from Mass. and stayed the night. LilGuns received his first money envelope from his GreatGrammy. Two 10's!

Thanks boy, Ill need that for some beer. Now don't tell anyone.

Killah Pahty!

Wife and I drove down to York in what turned out to be a wicked sweet party Saturday. Our friend just got engaged and a party they were planning turned into an engagement celebration. Well sort of, no gifts were exchanged, it was in the woods (literately) and no special atire was required.

Girl is getting married to a fisherman. I hear you asking: "GeologyJoe, what was there for food and drink?"

Well, 50 pounds of steamers (clams, for those of you from away). 200 pounds of lobster. 2 kegs of beer. 6 large coolers of juice, soda and bottled beer. Deserts, hot dogs, hamburgers and standard grill-fare.

So we played a little horseshoes. drank some beers, ate a couple of lobsters, shot the shit with 40 people I have never met, and had a general good time.

When it came time to leave our hosts are like: "Well, you wanna take some bugs?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"
(if you've read this blog for a while you have seen the proof post, unfortunately it didn't make the long term cut)

So wet get a couple of plastic shopping bags and Fisherman loads in the lobsters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. TEN. Sweet.

We gave 4 to wife's dad. We took 6 home and made the best lobster roll I have ever had.

Pics to come.