Saturday, September 23, 2006

It's Your Wedding Day!

Back in July 2005, I announced that my old high school friend and fellow Loud Crowder Meechi was engaged! Also on that day, I let known that Charmin was engaged (more on that in two weeks). Well, Meechi got married today!

I got my invitation in the mail about a month ago and was very pleased to be asked to attend. Meechi is one of my absolute favorite people in the world and I would have liked nothing more than to see her walk down the aisle.

I got to the church pretty early expecting to see other Loud Crowders. However, the only ones that showed up were Erico Suave and Princess Karlita (who was the Maid of Honor). I learned that to keep the wedding semi-smallish, we were the only ones invited, which made me feel all the more honored.

So as the wedding started half an hour late, Princess Karlita came down the aisle trailing the rest of the wedding party taking deep breaths. She was literally on the verge of bawling. Then Meechi came down the aisle, beautiful in her wedding gown, with a giant smile on her face. Seeing her take the walk, I couldn't help but share such a big smile.

The wedding carried on for about an hour with lots of prayers and kneeling and prayers.

After the wedding, we made our way to the reception and ate some sweet Mexican food, drank some sweet champagne, devoured some sweet cake, took some sweet pictures, danced some sweet moves, gave some sweet gifts, played some sweet games, talked some sweet smack, and hugged some sweet friends. It was such a perfect evening with old friends and I'm so glad I was able to participate.

I wish Meechi all the happiness in the world! I hope you enjoy the freakin' heavy 24 piece glassware and banana hammock (literally a hammock for bananas and other fruit)!

In other late breaking news (and by late, I mean several months late), Shallow Val got married to The Diggery Dude.

Preparing for wedding number two,


Monday, September 04, 2006


This is how I come to find a topic to write about. I look at the things I've been doing with my life; should I talk about Netflix, Starfox, Tank You Very Much? Nope. Then I look to the news for some inspiration; The Croc Hunter died today which I'm really sad about. Not something I can really blog about. Then, once in a while, Father Routes will come to me and force me into something that is easily bloggable. This, my friends, is one of those times.

The day started out with a rude wake up call at 9 o'clock in the morn. Father Routes had heard about a Chinese Culture Festival in Arcadia on his grating Chinese radio station. For some reason, he was very compelled to go and also to drag his family along for the fun.

And so we went at 10 o'clock in the morn to a park in Arcadia. Nearly 100° F out and not three steps into the park, I start to see pit stains. Four more steps and the stains run down my back. You've never seen so many Chinese people, unless you've been to China. You should have seen the line of us walking from the parking lot to the park. It reminded me of a zomba line (conga line consisting of zombies); a legion of the undead with big visors covering their rotting faces marching single file across a busy street and into the festival.

Well, that's what it looked like at least. If the people attending weren't undead, the festival sure smelled like it was. I can't remember the last time I complained about the tofu people we lived next to. A refresher: our neighbors own a tofu shop behind our house and make that nasty stanky schtuff everyday and smell up the street. Anyway, that's what it smelled like at many of the booths. I can't believe they allow stuff like that to exist in the world.

So after walking around a while, I got hungry. For a Chinese festival, there sure wasn't any good food to eat. So we walked to a big Denny's shaped like a windmill. I had the great Grand Slam Deluxe. They were out of bacon, so I had 6 freakin' sausages!!!

After a long time, we walked back to the park and met up with Father Routes. Then I sat my ass down in the shade and played Nintendo DS till everyone was just about sick and tired of the non-events and we left.

It was the first time in years that I've put on sunblock. I just hate the stuff, you know? It's greasy and smelly and lotiony. I hate lotions. But I'm glad I put it on because I would have been burnt to a crisp had I not.

After we got home, I told Father Routes that I hope he had the time of a lifetime because this was the only time in his life he'd ever go to one of these (at least with the family). We all hated it. I really hope he enjoyed what he saw though. I'm sure he had a better vision in his mind about the event; like us mingling with the families, enjoying the dancing and demonstrations, appreciating the music. I honestly feel bad that all we did was bitch about the thing. I'll make it up to him one day, but I will never ever go to another culture crapfest again.

Oh, and if you were curious as to what the hell I was referring to when I said "Tank You Very Much"...

Tanking of cooler days,