Last weekend my cousin Eric was married to his college sweetheart Claire. Both people are so wonderful and are going to make a great couple. Okay enough of the mushy stuff lets get down to business. When I was told that my cousin was getting married several months back I really thought nothing of it. So what? Big deal a wedding. Just gonna be lots of lovey dovey crap that makes me sick to my stomach. However as the months went on the subject dropped out of my mind until around Easter. When my uncle and I were having one of our many great drunk talks. He starts telling me about "open bars" and hotel accommodations and made it seem to me that it would be just a huge party. I thought to myself, yea I can deal with this. As I packed my bags last Friday, I was a little bummed that I was going to be missing one of my final weekends of being a junior at Mason, but also excited to see my family as I hoped on the Orange line and headed into DC.
After getting off of the Metro, I saw that the map outside of Rosslyn, had two Marriott's listed. Only knowing that I had a room under my name in a Marriott I made my way towards one. After walking two miles I realized I was headed towards the wrong one. So I turned around and walked the other way avoiding runners, ducking under frisbees and stepping over dog crap; I finally made it. I got to check in only to be told someone was already in my room. My brother Tim who I was sharing the room with apparently didn't know is name wasn't John, but he got the keys and we walked up to our room where we cracked open a few Keystones and ignored the constant knocking on our door by our little girl cousins.
A couple beers later it was time for the rehearsal dinner. I think to myself whatever lets get this over with as we get caught in Northern Virginia traffic. Once there I realize, hey were at an open bar. I was like a little kid in a candy store. Drinking big name beers like Sam Adams and Heineken, all for free. It wasn't that bad. I made friends with some people, alot of people were interested in my kicking, and I loved fielding their questions about that. And I learned a few really neat facts about other people. According to my grandmother the vail that Claire wore was not only my aunts, but also my mothers, my grandmothers, my great grandmothers and my great great grandmothers. So apparently the vail was over 100 years old, how fricken cool is that. I thought so.
After the rehersal dinner we head back to room 1066, "The Norman Conquest Room" (For all those who don't understand, shame on you. Learn your European history.) Anyways this turns into an all out party. Before I know it my brother is playing drinking games with my uncles neighbor whos like 40. Im having deep intellectual conversations with people twice my age while slamming brews, then we hear a knock at the door. Apparently we were being to loud and had security called on us. WTF is that about. This isn't college where you get noise violations. I decided I had enough and made my way to bed while falling asleep to the history channel.
The next morning is very hectic (apparently a wedding was happening, I thought it was a drinking fest) The wedding goes smoothly as Tim, Dan and I are assigned to post up at the entrances before the wedding basically being security (I felt bad ass). Wedding goes smoothly and quickly, however the pictures after the mass take literally two hours (why so long dont ask me, I must have been in around a hundred). We have a cool down time before the recpetion, where I go to the store and pick up some more beer with my father (It was quite a sight, my father with his IPAs and pale ales, and I roll up next to him with a 12 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbion). Anyways, the night before Tim and I stole some of those Styrofoam coffee cups with lids. Being the BAs that we are, we poured a beer in those and began walking around the hotel with our "frapacinos." We were asked more than once by people if the coffee was any good, we of course replied, oh yea.
As we hoped into the shuttle and made our way to the reception. We arrived at this beautiful place looking over the Potomac. Another night of open bars, but this time they had two bars. I gave my ID to my brother Tim as he went to one, when he came back I got my ID and went to the other. We totally worked the system. The night was full of drinking and dancing and just lots of fun. In the bathroom my uncles best friend came up to me and asked, "Have your eyes on any ladies?" I responded, "They're all like 27, plus the only thing I have my eyes on is that bar over there." From that you could see my goal.
Once we returned from the reception we made our way to the bar in the hotel. Now this was a total shit show which consisted of drinks being dropped and spilled, my uncle buying my 19 year old brother drinks, tie tying contests and me being used as a wingman for half the groomsmen. At 3 in the morning I called it quits and headed up to my room....only to be woken up 5 minutes later by my brother and ten of his newest friends. Not caring I cracked open another one and began another party. As my 16 year old brother slept on with twelve other people in the room he awoke to a 28 year old lady standing over him saying, "Don't worry honey, you will understand all this one day." Probably the highlight of the night. Once the beer was gone Tim's new friends left to go to the "Norman Conquest Room" to continue the party. I smartly decided against this.
The next morning there was a brunch from 9-11 am to honor the bride and groom, my brother and I show up "fashionably late" at 10:45. My 5 year old cousin, who according to her, we were best friends when I spent winter break living with and working for my aunt and uncle up in Philly. Didn't say a word to me all weekend until brunch. I have two bottle of chocolate milk, she is a chocolate milk feign. She comes up to me says hi, and takes my milk and walks away...I think shes going to come back...no I don't see her again. Lesson, don't mess with kids and their chocolate
milk.
Overall, it was an awesome weekend. I love my family and we know how to rage. What I thought was going to be lame turned out awesome. I have no intentions of marrying with in the the next ten to fifteen years. So for now I am just waiting on my friends to get married and rage then.
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