Ok. I had a great weekend, with a little bit of weirdness.
Chase and Yvette’s wedding went off without a hitch, but if you ask them they may disagree. In the eyes of a spectator, it went off without a hitch. How’s that? Anyway, the rehearsal dinner was prepared by a gentleman who has been on Food Network. How many couples can claim that about their rehearsal dinner? I wish I could remember his name. Wow, that dude could cook. I almost overdosed on jumbalaya it was so damn good.
The ceremony was perfect. It was in a beautiful church. I would try to describe it but I wouldn’t do it justice, so trust me when I say it was one of the nicest I’ve ever been in. The reception was held in a hall that was actually used in filming the movie “Ray” with Jamie Foxx. That was a pretty cool tidbit. Maybe now I will watch that movie if only to see if I can spot where I was in line for beer.
So here’s where things got odd for me, if not just a little unexpected. Saturday, September 1st was the day of the wedding. It is also Yvette’s birthday. What does this mean? Well, for starters it means I will have a funeral to attend if Chase ever forgets the mammoth significance, but it also means that it is Labor Day Weekend in New Orleans. And that means it’s time for Southern Decadence, one of the biggest homosexual festivals in the country. Think of it as a gay Mardis Gras. Anyway, I saw some stuff that I never wanted to see. I don’t want to get into details, but some of the stuff I saw was just freakin’ weird. Yikes. But those guys seemed to be having a great time. And that’s what counts, right?
Anyway, that was pretty much the weekend. But dig this: On the flight from San Antonio I saw Vernita, a girl that works at the same company I do. And then on the flight back from New Orleans, working as a flight attendant was Farah, a girl I graduated high school with! And then on Bourbon St. I saw another guy I work with named Ruben. Small world.
So I had fun, some some stuff that will require time in thereapy, and now I’m back. It’s good to be back. Except for the work part.
-Dave Q.
