Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long...

I slept pretty much most of the day today this Sunday, the day of rest. Its 22:00 and Ive only been awake for 2 hours, after a monumental and much needed nap. And Im still tired; no word of a lie, I was thinking of eating some tapioca pudding, my favorite pudding of all time, made even more desirable because they dont have tapioca pudding in stupid Ireland, but still decided not to, because that would require walking 20 feet towards the kitchen. Im fine just right here, I thought to myself. Tapioca Pudding. All because Marty got married to Lorrie yesterday at the Patterson Farm at Lindell Beach, near Cultus Lake, Chilliwack.

Im sitting here, trying to type, already having erased a few attempts that werent good enough, trying somehow to do this wedding justice but I cant, Im just not that talented enough of a writer. It deserves a grand scale synopsis, with eloquence that I cant seem to put together right. Nevermind that Im too exhausted and completely brain spent. All I can say is this: There is something about that day that is beyond the reach of words, something that escapes even my best efforts to spit it out, yet at its very least, it captured the best of us, of this circle of friends, sharing a night so rich and different and beautiful that it was beyond everything we could of ever hoped for. Thanks Marty, Lorrie, love ya.

Now for a few highlights:

- Who would of thought, Marty's mom and brother are bloody funny! Marty sucks in comparison, like really. And toast up to Sam: for releasing the heavyweight championship of the world belt and introducing our new favorite couple, Mar-rie Pachow.
- Wedding line of the night, from Table 23: Morris -> 'Love is like a tree. Because trees grow. And everyone loves trees...'
- One thing I learned last night, beware when dancing around Huong with a strappy dress, she tends to inadvertantly flash people. Josh so missed out.
- At 10 O'Clock, after behaving for most of the day, the NPC finally showed up. No Pace Chow... this was the party Marty we know. Not too much later, I helped reverse his jacket to reveal the Paisley side of life, and then it was over. Just like Over the Top, when Lincoln Hawk turns his hat around, its like a switch. By the end of the night, he was dancing topless. Cold times.
- Christian is the winner of the award for looking exactly the same at the end of the wedding as he did at the beginning of the wedding.
- Needless to say, Marty wins for the exact opposite.
- Best Dress: Well Lorrie of course.
- 2nd Best Dress: Everyone looked absolutely stunning... tie. (Political answer, but also honest)
- Rain cleanses........ and makes for a fun dance floor.
- Jill and Lisa were dancing in Uggs. Apparently to annoy me. It worked. I hope the staining from the rain will render them unwearable from this day forward. Cuz that would teach them a lesson.. dont wear Uggs.
- This was the first wedding that I can remember where U2 was not played by the DJ. Or Nsync.. like WTF? I could be wrong... at least I hope Im wrong.
- If everyone wasnt so tired or drunk, Im sure Adams stint sleeping outside on his own would of ended in an epic prank we all could of told our grand kids. Alas, again the combination of inebriation and fatigue thwarts creativity and gets us nowhere.
- Nothing is better than waking up hungover, in a tent, to the smell of sausages and bacon cooking in the distance... like are you kidding me.. so good.
- I mentioned this when we were leaving but... given it was a outdoor camping wedding, Im sure if we all got together for a class action dry cleaning, we would get an amazing discount.

Thanks again to the Chow and Patterson families for a completely amazing wedding for the ages.