back in the new york groove

I struggled my first day back in c-rado, all this dual end candle burning over the last week left me feeling a bit under the weather. A solid block of rest later, and I'm feeling much better, thank you for asking.

The journey back east started with our midnight red-eye flight getting delayed until 6 in the am, so of course we stayed up Justin Case something changed - it didn't. We arrived in NY around 11.30 and got a ride to Westport, CT from Derrick, picked up our tuxes, and then witnessed J&D's actual marriage at town hall. That night the guys drove to Dylan's house in Southbury for the bachelor bbq which consisted of kegs, horshoes, and a bonfire.

Drove back to Westport after some killer sub action at Mikee's. People started arriving from here & there as we gathered ourselves for the rehearsal dinner. The actual rehearsal was like a sauna, since the AC at the church was not on so much. Dinner at the Red Barn provided the refreshment we needed with a luxurious seafood buffet. After speeches by Barre and myself, we headed back to the Inn where Jay was waiting with the obligatory case of Piels Light. After a brief gathering in our room, we cashed out.

Saturday was the big day. The groom and his entourage of groomsmen spent the afternoon at a brew pub watching the Sox / Yanks game, until we had to go and get tuxed up. Dylan provided all the groomsmen with a nice silver flask loaded with pitron, which certainly helped take the edge off, especially when faced with the minor crisis of the wee rinbearer's shoes being 8 sizes too big (we decided shoeless was the way to go).

Arriving at the church, me & Jason served as ushers making sure there wasn't too much dilly-dallying in the foyer. The ceremony itself was very elegant and went off without a glitch. Jacquie looked beautiful in her gown. We gathered afterwards in the courtyard for photos then made way to the beach near Longshore for more photo ops. Cocktail hour began outside at the Longshore before moving inside for reception dinner which was fantastic. Many of the guests I hadn't seen in as many as 16 years and it was great cathcing up. The dance floor was constantly filled, and everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

An after party at the Westport was eventually greeted by the cops, luckily most everyone had already went their seperate ways for the night. Sunday was the fairwell breakfast which was also a big hit. Around noon it was off to return the tuxes, gather up a bunch of random things people had left in their hotey rooms, and head to the train station bound for NYC.