It sucks to be sick!

I had a very busy weekend. So busy that it got me sick.

I went to Kenny's wedding on Friday at Dynasty and then Wes' wedding on Saturday down at Carmel. The weddings were cool. We stayed at the Hyatt Monterey Hotel on Saturday night so we didn't have to drive home late in the night.

Wes' wedding was very cool. There were only 85 guests invited, and most of them were youngsters like me. And when you have a party with a lot of youngsters, people tend to drink more and have more fun. This one guy who was sitting at the same table probably had a little too much fun. Since I don't remember his name, I will call him "dumbass" here.

A few hours into the party, dumbass came back to the table with a HUGE glass of whisky. He looked like he was in pain drinking it. The girls who were sitting next to him asked him to just go get something else to drink. Dumbass was like "No... I feel bad!" What a dumbass. He kept drinking and drinking. He tried to get the bride and the groom to drink some of the whiskey, but of course they thought that he was an idiot. Seriously, who the hell is this guy? He came to the wedding with no date. His tie is undone. His shirt is unbuttoned. And there's a cigarette sitting between his head and his ear. And no one has ANY CLUE who he is. Is he a wedding crasher?

By the time it's time for dancing and cake eating, dumbass was passed out. His head was placed against the table. His eyes were closed, and nobody seemed to care that he's passed out.

The next morning I heard stories about how someone else at the wedding (who doesn't know dumbass at all) had to drive dumbass' car back to the hotel. While they were driving home, dumbass kept on throwing up in his own car. Dumbass also forgot which room he was staying at. Oh boy. He's going to have a good time cleaning up his own puke the next day.

Moral of the story - Don't be a dumbass!