D-Day

Bloody Mary's and Scotch at 9am never hurt anyone. At least not this time. A quick walk down the aisle later with my wedding partner, whom I'm sure everyone was looking at instead of me, and were sweatin out the ceremony in the sun. Then a photo session, where the golfers threaten to tee off at us, and kick us out, followed by a great best man speech from Matt.






After the ceremony and reception, most of us end up at Zam house, and then make the walk to OB. Passing the beach folk as we go, Zam and I end up hangin with some street peeps.

We hand out about 10 beers and half a pack of smokes, and enjoy the ocean air and view. Zam trippin on the last remaining bird of a flock, that's still posted up on the edge of the beach where the sand meets the wall. Unafraid of the water crashing inches away from him, while all his homies had flown off.

Then on down the beach for a more secluded spot, and a sunset that looked like a hot air baloon sinking into the water.








After sun down, we stumbled our way along the waterfront to Newport Pizza. One of us talking about nachos, and philly cheesesteaks the whole way.




Finally back to Zam's and then NP, but things get kinda hazy from there as only pieces of the night bring themselves to the surface. Edmond sisters doing Yoga in the side yard. Lisa and Kris passed out on the couch. Chris telling us all how handsome we are. Trying to play Seinfeld with the slap bass on the keyboard, but failing miserably. Shakus and Eric showing up. Some other dude showing up. Then eventually just giving in and making a b-line to bed for some much needed rest. Good company, and good times.

Congrats Greggor!