Yesterday was Fred and Amber’s wedding. I rushed yesterday morning because I got two phone calls in the middle of the night and I woke up far too early twice.
I forgot the directions to Ashie’s house and Ambers’ apartment.
I forgot my wedding gift.
I forgot to get new dress shoes so I washed my black leather casual shoes well and rubbed vegetable oil on them so they had a sheen. It could have been worse; at least I didn’t have sneakers on under my wedding dress like a certain close friend of mine who refuses to talk to me until I forget that she burned soap.
I found out Pat Kane and I got the same thing the same day so I can at least return it, get something else and give it to them after their honeymoon.
I headed up to what the post office has decided is Mechanicsville and then drive for eight years to the church in Prince George County. I was supposed to meet up with Pat Kane and others before the service but they were running late and we got inside the church in just enough time to not be determined late.
The wedding went well and, as I was seating people, a lot of them were like, “so this was your fault.” It is true. I mentioned in an entry a long time ago that I care not to search for right now that Fred and I headed up to Pennsylvania to get brownies from some former coworkers because their brownies were amazing and we wanted to prove that we weren’t joking when we said were going to go up there to get them.
I’ve also mentioned before that, every time I’m in that state near Harrisburg, I feel obligated to stop and visit Kira because I usually have no reason to go into Pennsylvania and figured she’s hunt me down if she found out that I was there and didn’t see her. Fred was a bit mission-minded and didn’t want to make the side trip. I refused to budge and he met Amber, who was never, ever at home all of the other times I had stopped by. As we left for the second leg of our trip, Fred mentioned how attractive he thought she was and I thought nothing of it at the time. Next thing I knew, they were dating.
The reception was in the backyard of a house Fred’s parents are restoring. They’re living there for now and to be honest, I don’t understand how I spent months trying to find a funky place to live and I’m the one living in a Cape Cod in a nice part of Richmond. I know it’s an odd thing to complain about but I was really shooting to live over a shop or in a converted something or other.
But I digress.
The reception was rickrolled.
I got pepperoni rolls.
I still had hours of adventure to go.
At around 5 p.m., Ashie and I headed down to Newport News to get Ambers so we could see Blonde Redhead live at Old Dominion University. Although I like dressing up, being in a black tux in 90-degree weather was a bit extreme and I was in a great rush to get out of it.
Of course my right contact fell out as I’m dressing and we could not find it. I’ve never had a soft contact just fall out. I don’t have any more left and didn’t bring my glasses because my contacts haven’t fell out since I switched to soft. I also don’t have any more because I need to schedule an eye appointment soon because I slowly realized that the prescription for my left eye is wrong. So wrong that I discovered that I’ve been basically looking out of my right eye and my brain was just using info from my left eye to maintain depth perception. I was fine as long as the sun was out but I could not drive back in well-lit areas at night and Ashie had to take over after the concert.
The concert. THE concert. It was the greatest concert I’ve ever seen with one eye and I know right now that Blonde Redhead definitely is my favorite band. I only didn’t know one song they played and it was obviously from one of the two older albums I don’t have because I didn’t know it and because of its sound. I was a bit surprised that they pulled out a song from that far back but it was cool. The set was as follows:
“Dr. Strangeluv” from 23
“Spring and by Summer Fall” from 23
“The Dress” from 23
“Messenger” from Misery is a Butterfly
“Equus” from Misery is a Butterfly
“S.W.” [my favorite song on 23]
“Anticipation” from Misery is a Butterfly
“Falling Man” from Misery is a Butterfly
“23” from 23
[Older song I don't know from 1995 or 1997]
Encore:
“Hated Because of Great Qualities” from Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons
”Melody of Certain Three” from Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons
The only disappointing things about the concert was that the venue wasn’t good for lyrics and some people left after hearing their jams from 23. Then again, that was cool because we got closer.
Afterward was said ride home where I realized that I can’t see what the hell was going on with only one eye and streetlights so Ashie dropped Ambers off and drove us back to Richmond. On the last leg of my trip, I got to the Boulevard Bridge and dropped all of my change on the ground because of my lack of depth perception and had to toss 50 more cents in because I didn’t have 35 more.
Now it’s time for me to clean my crooked glasses, head down to Hopewell and work on stuff I hadn’t earlier because I was terminally tired all week. I think I have to back out of Mojo’s Wednesday and Philly this coming weekend. I need to sleep in more than just today and I need to get some work done. I think this was the ultimate busy weekend out of all the busy weekends for months and I definitely need to take a little break.
Many Combolations to Fred and Amber. May the In the Parking Lot of Food Lion be with you.
Oh, I almost forgot something. I enjoyed spending the entire day with you, Ashie.
I almost forgot something else:
Est … Ist … MITTERNACHT!

