we're like, 'love or leave it out your holler box now' - aesop rock.
Okay... that's a half-truth. There are stories, but none of them are really that entertaining. Songs have been started and abandoned, jokes thought of and subsequently laughed at, pure moments of personal reflection and realization that were usually chased with a good ol' fashioned poor reaction, etc. All standard fare for me, really.
And I'm sure there's some booze sprinkled in there, too. Did you know that Kirkland vodka at Costco is basically rebranded Grey Goose? Naturally it's sold in quantities that are just perfect for putting the hurt on your fellow alcoholic friends. But that's another story for another day.
Most recently, I found some way to escape from Alaska's greasy clutches and spend 8.25 days back in the Land of Seattle. Last week, actually. For a wedding. Couple 2 of "Couples 1 and 2" fame were finally tying the knot, and they wanted me there and shit. I showed up, of course, because I love those guys. Open bar didn't hurt, either...
Editor's note: During Czar's last year in college in Tacoma (2002-2003) he lived with two couples. They were all friends at the time (and 75% of them still are). Still, he doesn't recommend the experience. Thanks for understanding, we already know he's fucking crazy, etc. -- the voices
Kids, lemme tell you... there wasn't anything cheap about that wedding, unless we're including me and the $600 suit I decided against buying for it. The ceremony and reception were both at the Newcastle Golf club, and everything was elegant. Plus, it's got a sleeper view - I had no idea we were that high until we were driving up the road to the golf club and my ears popped. Shit literally came out of nowhere. Cue "mouth agape" sound effect and everything.
Honestly though, while I was definitely impressed by the scale and calibre of the whole thing, it doesn't really matter too much. Folks could have had the ceremony in a motel room followed by a reception at Denny's and not only would I still show up, I'd order a round of Moons Over My Hammy for everyone. Whatever it takes. But really though, even though I had tons of fun talking with college folks again and dancing (yes, I occasionally dance when the mood/booze strikes) and everything, the best part was having both the bride and grooms' respective parents seek me out and tell me how happy they all were when they heard I was coming. I know it seems a bit silly... but being someone who struggles with their own self-worth on the daily, I damn near teared up. Really.
More details about the trip tomorrow. Or the day after that.