Weddings are intense

It’s been awhile since I blogged, but this week has been pretty crazy.  I headed back to Norcal for July 4th weekend to see my family and hang out with my old buddies.  Oh yeah, and there was also a wedding I attended.

On Thursday, a few of my guy friends and I decided to hit up Dave and Busters.  We usually have a stellar time there due to the cheap drinks and games.  However, this time was dramatically different.  Maybe it was the fact that we’re getting older, or the Jameson in our Irish car bombs, but I can easily say the place has definitely lost its hometown appeal.  Even the tacky-ness of it’s hood-rat couture has left any sense of credibility to this venue.  It was boring as fuck to be frank.  Getting a booth took forever.  Our waitress was slow, and the herd of new era A’s hats reminded me of my dislike toward sports hats. (A sea of Cub hats is no fun)

We decided to leave DnB’s and head over to classy downtown San Jose in which were surprised by the utter hotness of almost every bar/club in the area.  Even tiki lounge had a huge line.  The night was overall a bust and we decided to head back after chowing down on probably one of the worst burritos I’ve ever had at La Victoria’s.  The orange sauce tasted like a sour chipotle sauce.  As guccimanla and I agreed, even Chipotle would’ve satisfied the taste buds further then this burrito.

Friday was Slide with the gang.  The past 2 posts decorated the night accurately and it was an extremely good time.  Nothing beats walking into a restaurant, having the waitress line up tables for you and pass our menus, coming to the shock that we all just got up and left cause we had no idea what we were doing.  We closed the night at Denny’s eating “Potachos,” probably the worst idea ever.

The wedding came on Saturday.  This was my first “real” wedding where my close friend was getting married.  She looked absolutely stunning and gorgeous.  My first intention for this wedding was to meet some single hotties.  This was not the case when I arrived.  My imaginative wedding crashers scenario build up ended when I arrived at the venue 30 minutes late having just missed the ceremony.  It was incredibly high class and posh.  Everything looked perfect.  I was scared being by myself.  I grabbed a glass of wine and walked around hoping to see someone I knew.  Luckily an old elementary buddy of mine was there so we caught up with life.

These were the conversations I dreaded.  You know you’re old when you start talking about your career and what you do for a living.  Man, the movies are so accurate.  After some small talk, I headed over to my table where I was strategically positioned with the bridesmaids.  Thank you bride!  They were okay, nothing too stunning, but definitely had cute personalities that kept the convo flowing throughout the speeches and other awkward exchanges between the bride, groom, and families.  I spotted a pretty high 7.5 at another table but wasn’t able the muster the courage to do anything about it.  She was a cutie, well-toned, nice summer dress, and good style.  Only thing was, too much makeup.  I’m not a fan of colored eye-lids or filled in eyebrows.  I’m okay if the color isn’t like fucking blue, you know what I mean?  Like are you performing for a circus?

Next thing you know everyone was dancing, but I got owned cause I became the guy that carried the camera’s for drunk girls.  That’s def. a total owned situation no one wants to be apart of.  The nice guy portion of my personality exuded too early on in the wedding.  All the dances I had were with pretty default girls which held me further from putting my mack on with ms. colored eye-lids.  I was disappointed.  However, she didn’t carry much flare either.  She barely danced, and when she did, it was the kind of very “controlled-slut-like” moves you see on a girl who probably has a chip on her shoulder and still takes life too seriously.  I knew at that point that nothing good would probably come out of our exchange.

I headed back from the wedding realizing how intense weddings can be.  The forced smiles, picture taking, hosting, and constant AW-ness (Attention Whore) can be tiresome.  The production doesn’t do it for my tastes.  I want to feel relaxed when my wedding comes (god forbid, hopefully not anytime soon).

I’m about to head back to Chicago.  It’s been good Norcal.