Date 78 - Wedding Crashers
D and I have known each other for about 2 years now. A true South Austinite, my awesome, sensitive pony-tailed friend is always up for completely random cultural experiences (art, music, theater, etc.). When he received the wedding invitation from our former bandmate, we joked about who would be his escort and decided it would be great fun to bring me as a mystery guest. He RSVP'ed "plus one" with my nom de plume and we got a good chuckle out of it.
Since some more organized wedding guests had already purchased the requisite toaster oven, I got stuck hunting down random registry items for the happy couple at Target. I loaded a good assortment of housewares into my cart, drove home and put together a gift-wrapped tower worthy of Martha Stewart herself.
When D showed up at my door I thought he was pulling another prank. I had gotten gussied up in a respectable blue dress and pearls but he showed up wearing an oversize shiny jacket circa 1986 and a faded black t-shirt. As much as I adore D, he has always had a problem with ill fitting clothes. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was Jarred from Subway and just never got around to purchasing a new wardrobe.
D marveled at the professional gift wrap job, signed the card and we drove out to Georgetown. By the time we got there the blended multi-culti ceremony was already underway. The bride is Sri Lankan, the groom is Kansan (or something equally white bred.) We quickly and quietly took seats on the outside edge and listened to the chanting and singing.
When the ceremony was over, some of his friends came over to say hello. I've had lunch with them before but didn't immediately recognize them. One of them is now a Googler in NY, and brought his equally Googley NY girlfriend. The other had his fiancee in from Maryland where she's in a PhD program. They're all a few years younger than me.
I like these guys. They're really fun but impressive, they're not. In fact, with the exception of D they're actually kind of jerky. Which is why I never got involved with their counterparts when I was their age. I wasn't impressed then, and I'm still not impressed.
It got me thinking though...
Is this what I was supposed to be doing at their age?
Their girlfriends seem devoted; like they've made an investment and intend to squeeze a return out of it no matter what. They will tame these beasts. It's all a bit tragic to me.
But not as tragic as the open bar...
Rum & Coke, white wine, lemon drops, champagne, sea breeze. Oh, the humanity! Thankfully I managed to keep myself pretty well together until the after party, at which point I promptly nodded off. Not the best showing on my part, but it could have been far worse.
Thankfully D was his usual wonderful self and got me home safe and sound.
...and I only got one mocking email from him the next day.
Since some more organized wedding guests had already purchased the requisite toaster oven, I got stuck hunting down random registry items for the happy couple at Target. I loaded a good assortment of housewares into my cart, drove home and put together a gift-wrapped tower worthy of Martha Stewart herself.
When D showed up at my door I thought he was pulling another prank. I had gotten gussied up in a respectable blue dress and pearls but he showed up wearing an oversize shiny jacket circa 1986 and a faded black t-shirt. As much as I adore D, he has always had a problem with ill fitting clothes. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was Jarred from Subway and just never got around to purchasing a new wardrobe.
D marveled at the professional gift wrap job, signed the card and we drove out to Georgetown. By the time we got there the blended multi-culti ceremony was already underway. The bride is Sri Lankan, the groom is Kansan (or something equally white bred.) We quickly and quietly took seats on the outside edge and listened to the chanting and singing.
When the ceremony was over, some of his friends came over to say hello. I've had lunch with them before but didn't immediately recognize them. One of them is now a Googler in NY, and brought his equally Googley NY girlfriend. The other had his fiancee in from Maryland where she's in a PhD program. They're all a few years younger than me.
I like these guys. They're really fun but impressive, they're not. In fact, with the exception of D they're actually kind of jerky. Which is why I never got involved with their counterparts when I was their age. I wasn't impressed then, and I'm still not impressed.
It got me thinking though...
Is this what I was supposed to be doing at their age?
Their girlfriends seem devoted; like they've made an investment and intend to squeeze a return out of it no matter what. They will tame these beasts. It's all a bit tragic to me.
But not as tragic as the open bar...
Rum & Coke, white wine, lemon drops, champagne, sea breeze. Oh, the humanity! Thankfully I managed to keep myself pretty well together until the after party, at which point I promptly nodded off. Not the best showing on my part, but it could have been far worse.
Thankfully D was his usual wonderful self and got me home safe and sound.
...and I only got one mocking email from him the next day.
posted by Master Dater @ 10:39 AM
1 Comments:
At 9:04 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hey MD,
It good that you have such fun guy friends that you can hang out with have a laugh. I look forward to developing some friendships like these with some guys- It would be nice to develop a relationship with a guy just as friends without them trying to jump into your knickers every chance they get
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