Regina & Richard’s Wedding
From May 30 to June 5, I and my comrades from Stony Brook ventured to Colorado to bear witness to the wedding of Regina and Richard. But first, we had to get there.
Day 1 — Heavy Drinking Ahoy!
Five of us set out on the same flight from podunk Long Island MacArthur Airport to the giant airport in Denver. The inside of the building was nice and modern-looking, but the outside was supposed to look like the Rocky Mountains. It looked more like the world’s largest tent.
The real misadventures began when we arrived at the rental car place. We were going to rent a conversion van, but these things won’t seat more than seven with no luggage, and we were eight with luggage. So we got upgraded to a Chevy Suburban. I don’t think I fathomed how big it was until we got up next to a minivan and dwarfed it. Think Canyonero.
None of this was as difficult as finding somewhere to eat in Denver with my friends Charity and Daniel. Bombing around the local mall, with great difficulty we managed to find a Mexican place staffed predominately by young attractive blonde women.
However, this Mexican food was malicious, and would strain the ties of our party, as I developed horrible, horrible gas that everyone in the car had to suffer through for hours until we got to the hotel, and beyond.
That night we arrived we discovered that the Howard Johnson’s at Nevada Avenue and 25 is the nicest hotel on that stretch. Given that the competition was the 4U Motel, which looked abandoned but definitely was not, this is not fierce competition. There were two noteworthy things about this hotel that came up that night: the first was that on our trip to the liquor store to load up, I’m pretty sure I saw a hooker get hired, and then in some of the rooms people in our crew got an hospitality package of men and women’s deodorant, a small bottle of K-Y massage and personal lubricant, and two samples of Neosporin oral herpes treatment. We were living in class here. But, the night ended and we went on to
Day 2 — The Wedding & Reception
After a night of heavy drinking, we awoke to our mediocre continental breakfast, and the day of the wedding. Looking dapper, we arrived to the local Catholic church to watch a fire and brimstone Irish Catholic who apparently got exported directly to Colorado purely to make Richard uncomfortable preside over the ceremony and a Mass that followed. Having never seen I Catholic ceremony before, I was impressed by the pageantry and ceremony of it all. After the wedding, we were confused for a bunch of high school graduates by the local CVS people, and began day 2 of Jan and my quest to find flasks for the wedding.
Oddly enough, family values oriented Wal-Mart was the place to go to find the alcohol paraphernalia. Succeeding at this, we embarked to the site of the reception in Manitou Springs.
Manitou Springs reminds me strongly of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, in that it’s a tourist trap set against a beautiful mountain backdrop. Continue after the bump. Read more »
Posted: June 10th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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