Everything between Tuesday and Monday is kind of a blur. Bear with me as I try and recollect everything before I forget it. This may be an even tougher read than normal, apologies in advance.
Cookin’ Steaks! Not the best photo, but yes, those are Ribeyes. As the groom Horat once told me – “dude, ribeyes are the like LeBron James of steak”. To which I snarked back with the obvious reply “Kobe’s got his own beef – where’s the LeBron beef? Tell me where you can buy it, and I’ll cook you a steak…..”
That went over well. It’s Friday night, and I’m cooked – almost literally. You could probably fry bacon on my face after watching a small army of family lay tables, prep flowers, and level out the dance floor. Full disclosure once again, I may or may not have dipped into the Whatcom Refrigeration trailer (which, if I had to guess, may have been a comfortable 39-degrees on the dot).
Today’s the Day! After battling Landaal’s long ass legs on the couch all night, I’m awakened for our breakfast date with Horat, Timbo, Terri, and Randaal. Sitting in the booth with a little bit of a lump in my stomach, Timbo and Shane lead by example – playing it cool. If they’re good, then I’m good (despite an usually brutal hangover and sunburn combo). Now that my mind’s free, look at all that shit on the wall – I swear, you could be the only person in this place and it’d still feel busy….I love it
After ironing about 5/6 of the groomsmen’s shirts (wtf Mens Warehouse), the Bridal party is starting to arrive. And oh man, let me tell you…
We’re gonna have to continue with Pt. V – but before I forget, if anyone wants to talk me up to the Persian girl holding down the Men’s Warehouse at Bellis Fair, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.
The Biscuit Report 