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The wedding was indeed all I feared/hoped it would be.

One, I got there half-an-hour late to find it had been moved south of Grand Haven. Fifteen minutes later, I arrive at the new location. The wedding had already started, so I stood off to one side until the bride was at the altar.

Did I mention this was an outdoor wedding? An outdoor wedding during the first week of May in West Michigan at 5PM. It was a tad chilly. 50 & breezy.

Evidently, I looked like a Secret Service man with my slicked-back hair, dark grey pinstriped suit, and tinted glasses. Sweet. Even better, some friends of mine did not recognize me all dolled up.

Okay, ceremony's over, I've killed myself, time for the reception. At the bar, there was a sign listing the complimentary beverages. Hmm...Oberon , wines , and soda. Soda? Nice. (My friend came from CT.) Four bottles of Saratoga Spring Water decorated each table as well. Yes, I drank some of them. I'm the guy who eats the sprig of parsley that comes with most steak dinners.

Midnight rolls around. The party's over, everyone's trickling out. I state my intentions of driving back to Wixom. The general consensus is I'm nuts, but we knew that. The secondary general consensus was shock that I STILL have my truck and that it got me there in three hours. Of course I still have it. The body may be slowly rotting off, but the chassis is still going strong.

3:00AM, I get back to Wixom, bone-tired. Duh.

It is now 1:42PM. I'm going to finish my lunch, call my mother & both grandmothers, and get ready for a day doing pretty much nothing.