weddings

First off - Milo is OK. 5am yesterday morning the good neighbors called and woke me to come colled the little beast. He was hissing and scratching at them and very scared, but otherwise unharmed. I'll plug the hole he went through here soon and that will be that.
That left me all of three or so uninterrupted hours of sleep the night before Frank and Laura's wedding. Yay!
I ran all over creation assembling the 'costume' part. Someday I'll find that invitation to get the exact wording, but both Julie and I perused it and it was something to the effect of 'Come dressed in something you wouldn't wear everyday, Surprise your friends, change your haircolor'. Julie at first thought it was a joke so I verified with Frank and Laura that a modest 'costume' would be okay. They said it would be great.
Naturally we were the only cowboy and 'hussie'(her word not mine) there. Jeremy did a 'professor' get up, and everyone else came dressed in wedding clothes... And we pulled it off! Julie had made here own skirt and was wearing a corset, I had shaved to a more old-west look and had a vest and a cwboy hat, we both got lots of compliments - especialy Julie's 'dress' which was really her hand-made skirt and corset, and people said I looked 'sharp'. Go Us! We rocked.
And so did the wedding!!! It was way casual - and that was tres perfect for Frank and Laura. The vows were short and to the point. Josh officiated with Laura's best friend Alicia(sp?). Jono, Laura's brother, parents, and pretty much everyone made funny and touching speeches. It was grand.
We came home and crashed immediately (Julie was asleep in the cab).
And to day I took off as me-time and went t the met - but that will be another post - probably later tonight.

Wonderful times.

Came back to the city from Poughkeepsie today. Was up that way for John and Noreen's wedding yesterday. Interesting trip. I'm very happy and hopeful for the new hapy couple, but the trip did a lot to reinforce my own disinclination towards the institution of mairrage.

The ceremony was Roman Catholic (I think). I'm no expert on anything religion outside of books, but I was surprised to find that my dislike of organized religion has done nothing but grow in my time away from it. There were more than a few parts where a response was expected from the audience?/gathered/congregation?. Besides not knowing the proper response, I also just didn't feel right responding to something I didn't associate with. When it comes down to it, the hapy pair seemed to like the ceremony, and that is really what matters.

The reception was at a nice country club up there. Our table the infamous "table 8" - were, of course, the troublemakers. We started by ordering two bottles of wine to the table and when the waiter (ROBERT!) said he wasn't allowed to do that, we tipped him $20 and got our wine. Before the night was over, Robert(!) had made at least $150 an refused to leave our table to serve other people. Good times.