Yesterday, on September 29th, Justin and Ashley got married! They’ve known each other for eight years and have been together for seven.
You know those stupid little Boxelder bugs? Yeah, well they were in the church during the wedding. They weren’t just chillin’ on the walls either. They were full-on flying around and crawling on the pews.
Crawling on me. What the crap.
Anyway, I had to stop myself from crying when Ashley walked down the isle. There was just this feeling of excitement running through everybody… and it was amazing.
Afterwards, most of the family met at my Uncle’s house. There was time to kill between the actual wedding and the reception, so everyone figured that we should all just chill out at Uncle Joe’s. Somewhere in that few hours of running around the house, Becca (my second-cousin) and I fell asleep on the floor. It was in a weird place, too. (In my uncle’s bedroom next to the side of the bed closest to the wall) I don’t know how long we were sleeping, but I woke up to Aaron coming out of the bathroom yelling “You fags!”
I have such a nice family.
I rode with Aunt Cathy and Becca to the reception, where I had to search a table with a hundred ring-pops on it to find the one with my name on it, and reserve a seat. At first, I reserved a table for me, Cindy, Dad, and Jason somewhere near the front, but Aunt Cathy insisted the whole Bloch family be together and moved us to the very back. If you walked from the very front of the room to the back where we were, you could instantly feel the temperature change. It went from feeling like a summer day with a gentle breeze to feeling like the Sahara at night. It was warmer outside than it was inside.. Rene, Darren’s (my cousin) fiance, finally complained about it.
A waitress walked over to our table and told us that we could line up on either side of each table; they were both the same. However, not one person from any table listened to her, so I was able to skip everybody by going on the other side.
The DJ at the reception was annoying. He kept making useless announcements over the loud speaker, telling us to clap for whoever for whatever reason. Because we sat in the back, we could barely hear him anyway. Which, I guess, was good to an extent. I couldn’t stand him anymore.
Soon after dinner and cake (which was the best cake ever), the lights were dimmed and everyone was called to the dance floor to watch Justin and Ashley’s first dance. It looked a little something like this.
Dirty Dancing just happens to be Becca’s all-time favorite movie, so she got so excited that she probably peed a little.
Their dance ended and everyone was welcomed back on the dance floor once more.
But there was no way I was going to dance. No way in hell.
Somehow Becca got me to do it, though, and then I couldn’t stop. So congratulations, Becca, for doing the impossible and getting me to dance.
When Amazed by Lonestar was played, Becca and I were all sad because our significant other wasn’t there, so we thought, hell with it, we’ll dance with each other.
Nothing makes you feel more lonely than a slow dance with your second cousin…. which is why we (horribly) sang along. It made things less awkward.
By the end of the night, I had kicked my heels off and had no clue where they were, gotten wine and beer dumped on me, and had the remnants of a sucker plastered on my ass.
I don’t know either, don’t ask.
Becca ended up spending the night and we passed out right away.
That was almost the funnest night of my life.