So, it turns out the wedding was not a wedding... As I think I told you last time, E. and N. were already married several years ago. This was just their first opportunity to finally throw a reception! I thought that there would be vows restated before the ceremony, but that was just dispensed with. It's not legal in PA, but both of their families live here, so that made it more convenient then holding the ceremony in Massachusetts. Also, rooming with the pocket-sized, middle-aged, Bridge-and Tunnel V. was fuckin' awesome. She's the sweetest thing, and just so open and honest. She's a very accepting person, and as close to being an apolitical lesbian as I've ever seen... Ever. Plus, she was short enough that, in one pic, I had my arm around her back, and she my waist. I leaned my head over at 90 degrees, resting it on top of her head! Pocket pal, indeed!
The car ride with N. to the reception site for hangout was great. N. is a butch sweetie, and we had so much to talk about. We really hit it off, which was important to me. Her friend D. was the hostess of the reception, which was held at her beautiful home in po-dunk Pottsville outside of Phili. I got to meet her family (4.5 year old Co. (male), 1 year old Cl.(female), and husband J, who was kind of a jackass. We went to a wonderful place that the very verbal Co. called the “moo-cow” store, where they sold locally made ice cream. The cows who thoughtfully donated their milk were directly across the road, just roaming about, grazing. The night was spent meeting a lot of old and new faces. I have known most of E.'s family for awhile, and it was really cool to get re-acquainted with her younger brother, M. He was still about 15 the last time I even saw him, and he grew up pretty cute. (Don't get any funny ideas, he's straight.) Plus, it was very nice to see E.'s mom, who directed me in Amahl and the Night Visitors when I was 11. I was, naturally, in the title role. After a group dinner at a semi-cute but cheap bar, we got some hooch, and partied until the wee hours. I won a shit load at poker, because when I'm trashed, I apparently have a good poker face.
On Saturday, I got up early and helped with setup. It was fun, but the temperatures were absurd. By the time I got back to the hotel to clean up, I was exhausted and so sweaty it kind of hurt to think about going back to the house. But, I rallied. My linen came out of the roll looking very good, and the party itself was wonderful. I got lots of pictures, reconnected with a lot of friends and friendly acquaintances, and generally had a grand old time. There was a decent catered dinner, pretty amazing, considering it was a hot-tray dinner, and the cake was divine. While the frosting work itsself wasn't great, there were brilliant painted sugar flowers (see pic above). After the party was over, V. and I showered again (not concurrently,) and did more raucous drinking with the brides. The best joke of the evening, told by V., went as follows:
Q: How did the Dairy Queen get pregnant?
A: The Burger King blew his Whopper.
Today was great to start, albeit hot as hell. We dropped M. off at the airport after some prologned goodbyes with friends, then drove into Phili. As a thank you for all the rides, I bought the brides cheesesteaks without provolone (look up the terminology... It's a little interesting). I ordered a cheesesteak with provolone, but ended up with a cheesesteak without whiz... That's cheesewhiz for the uninitiated... At first, I was pissed. Then, I took a bite. It was fuckin' sexy. We walked around a bit, and I got a beautiful ceramic Buddha statue for Orpheus, as well as a laughing Buddha statue for my work-colleague J., who lent me his parking space downtown. The only two fuckups this weekend have to do with 1) Orpheus being really weird on the phone when I called, and 2) the delay/cancellation of my flight, necessitating some interesting negotiations with United to rectify the problem. I fucking hate air travel. Oh, yeah, and my half-squeezed tube of toothpaste was confiscated here for being .5 oz. too large for carry-on travel. Do they teach these fuckers anything? THAT WAS WHEN IT WAS FULL, you ignoramuses!!!
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