Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Wedding - Part II

Moving right along to the reception... Oh, wait. Back up a minute. The limo ride from church to pictures to the reception was probably my favorite part of the day... I sat with Jerry and the groomsmen (I spent most of the weekend with the groomsmen as opposed to BIL's friends). Anyhow, they were all up there drinking, and so I joined in the fun. To sum it up, we got to the reception and my dad asked me how I was doing, and I said, "G-R-E-A-T, great! Dad. Just great," and I held my glass to do "cheers" with him. I must tell you that my brother's frat brothers were hilarious and oh so much fun! If I were single... hmmm.... Anyhow, they were great and we had fun. I was completely wasted by the time we got to the reception, but the best part was, so was my mom!!!! My mom was drinking way more than I have ever seen her drink before.

I really wasn't paying too much attention to Jerry's alcohol consumption, until he ran from the table while we were eating dinner and had to go puke his guts out... nice. Oh, wait, it gets better.

I had a great time and was out on the dance floor all night. So was Madeline! She was so funny... she loved the music and the lights. She was at the head of the train with T, and she went out to catch the bouquet and everything. It was great.

So, I'm out there dancing and having fun and then PD (frat bro) comes up to me and says, "You might want to go get your husband, he's puking in the corner by the bar." Umm... ok. I go over there.... disgusting mess all over the floor by the bar and he was wiping his face with the curtain. I dragged his ass back to the table and made him drink water. Then, I went back to the bar and told the bar tender to cut him off. Then, I felt totally humiliated while I watched this poor lady clean up Jerry's barf. I was fuming pissed off....

Jer's dad came and lectured him and took him to their table to sober up. I went back out on the dance floor (I wasn't about to let him ruin my night).

I was all good until I saw him back over by the bar (after his parents left) and he was doing shots again. (Apparently one bar tender didn't talk to the other...) I was so mad. I yelled at him and told him I didn't want anything to do with him EVER again. It was just so embarassing. My dad kind-of came in and intervened, and my mom dragged me back out on the dance floor. She told me that if I really did want to leave him, I always had a place to go (which I knew, but it was nice to hear). I just don't understand how he can be such an ass and be so selfish. I will have you know that I have NEVER been to a reception with him where he hasn't puked at some point... IDIOT!

Other not-so-good hi-lights of the evening:
My grandfather out on the dance floor unbuttoning his shirt and showing everyone his boob.
My husband learning what a "schaloop" is and then doing that to me all night long.
Having my husband want to dance with me when he can't stand up (and he weighs like 300 pounds) and spraying in my face with every word that came out of his mouth.

Good points of the evening:
Maddy and I dancing with my little brother.
Amaretto sours.
Traffic Light shots.
My fun hair-do.
My mom being all drunk and singing songs she didn't know the words to.
The best man's dad is now in love with the mother of the bride... after way too much alcohol.

In the end, it was all ok. I will tell you that yesterday my dad and Jerry went golfing, and Jerry came home with a little nicer tone with me... I think my daddy gave him a talking too..... He definitely knew how mad/upset I was. You know how hard it was for me just to get through the day, let alone deal with him being such a jackass. Whatever.

It's like there are two halves to me... One that just wants to leave his ass and never look back, and the other that loves him so much I want to forgive him and raise our family together. Saturday, it was like there was 3/4 of hate and 1/4 love. These percentages vary every day, but in the end I think I have to remember the Corinthians verse, and be patient and try to forgive before I give up completely.

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