Jacob's Wedding

I am a bit late in posting this, but Jacob got married.

He is an old friend. At Meghan's wedding about two years ago we recreated a photo from high school:

Meghan, Me, Jacob, Toni, and Jill.

I love these guys.

Jacob's wedding was a lot of fun. We sat at a table with Jen and her hubby Jeff, Toni, Chris Leigh and his GF Christine. 

The DJ announced that she would pick tables to get food based on their enthusiasm. We hooted and hollered and thought we had been picked (it was a general pointing gesture, could have been anyone). After we got up to stand in line, we realized we had not, in fact, been picked. We decided a true rowdy table would just get up and get food, so we congratulated ourselves on a job well done and a dinner well deserved. 

J has a spider man shooting a web on the back of his phone. Christine glanced and it and thought the spiderman was shooting a web out of his crotch. She looked at him with a mixture of horror and judgment.

Olive Garden catered the event. Christine and I both have a love of the chocolate mints. Christine pretended to steal J's mints when he went to the bathroom. I encouraged her. Jen asked what we were going to do with them, thinking we were going to hide them. Christine and I looked at each other and said, "We were going to eat them, duh."

There were stickers on the tables. We saw a guy with a sticker on his back. Being the mature adults we all are, we took the challenge and tried to get more stickers on his back. Toni was not subtle at all (our laughter may have given her away) and he noticed and got paranoid and kept touching his back. I said the new game should be to just touch him and not even put stickers on him. But Chris became our new target instead.

J was dancing with his moon pie like it was a glow stick.

It got a bit colder as the night went on and Chris and Christine were handing out hand heaters like they were drugs.

I have an idea for an app that J needs to make me. I'm not going to go into details on the internet, but I did share it with the group and it was met with enthusiasm. So afterward, whenever anyone met the criteria, someone would shout out, "Oh! The pants just came off!"

I don't remember how or why, but someone dared Chris to twerk. He did. And that's when his name was announced over the speaker to give his best man's speech.

There was an open bar. Jeff eyed me and said, in a very judgmental way, "You got a regular coke?" I responded, quite indignant, "Why? You think I need diet? I don't need diet Jeff!"