Here are some pictures to give you a sense of my trip to London. I'm sure that as I post them I will be reminded of funny stories, including, of course, the Yellowbelly's incident. I'll get to that soon. I'm sure I'll also include some stories from college, as these were all college friends at the wedding. I'm also sure that some of those stories will be irritating, because everyone thinks their college stories are hilarious, when if you weren't there for them, they are actually tiresome. But since this is my blog, I get to do whatever the hell I want. Remember that I prance AND suck.
I have a great picture of Jen's parents, Jack and Starr, but Starr wasn't thrilled to have her picture taken, so out of respect for her, I won't post it. But they both looked fantastic, and are terrific people. I've gotten a chance to get to know them, particularly the past couple years, and it was great to get to spend some time with them this weekend.
Pam, Jen, me. Pam and I had some interesting conversations about LA. She lived there for over 10 years, to be in "the business," and she said she never felt quite at home there. She also talked about how difficult it was to make and keep friends, simply because the city is so spread out and the traffic is so bad. She told me she could put me in touch with some great people, though, so I need to remember to take her up on it.
Sam, Leigh, and me. Leigh is a terror. We all got into shenanigans together in college, but Leigh definitely took the cake. And she hasn't changed much. At the wedding, after people had given toasts, she joked that her toast would have been along the lines of, "Jen paid me $200 not to say anything." It probably would have been wise. I know I'm going to do it at my wedding.
I was honored that Jen asked me to give a toast at the wedding. I think I did all right; I managed to follow the Hippocratic oath of toasts: first do no harm. (Wish I could say the same about my sister's wedding. Sigh.) I made a few jokes that went over well, and the gist of the sentiment was that I believe your friends are the family you choose. And if that's true, then when I chose Jen and Pat, I chose wisely. And then I toasted them to the wisdom they were showing in choosing each other and to the happiness it was sure to bring them for years to come. That's kind of sweet, isn't it?
Me and Naomi. I've actually known Naomi for longer than anyone else who was at the wedding.
During our freshman year, she and I lived in triples across the hall from each other in a dorm called Gile. So since we're both 37 now and were 18 when we met, well, that's a lot of years. I met Jen, Rach, Leigh, and Sam the following spring; they are a year older than Naomi and I are. We met them when we joined their sorority. Lots of people can't believe I was in a sorority. But it wasn't "pukey rah rah," as we used to say. Our college was actually male dominated, and so joining a sorority was a good way to meet chicks. I was lucky that I liked my roommates and Naomi, but it was hard to meet any others. So the following spring, there were Leigh, Rach, Jen, and Sam! Holy crap, it's been a long time.
Okay, that's Wedding Eve. More later on the wedding and post-wedding festivities, including my training at Roger Gracie's academy!