The Pilgrim Congress

So what did you guys do this weekend?  Okay, enough about you.  Lets talk about me now.

This weekend Ben and I went to a wedding.  A glorious, rainy, wonderful wedding.  You may remember the lovely couple from this post about how Ben is a jerk.  Here is a picture of them to jog your memory.  A warning?  They are overly adorable.

Back to the wedding.  It was positively lovely.  Except there was a hurricane.  That killed people.  Not people at the wedding though.  That would have been such a bummer.

The ceremony was a postcard.  This wedding was on the picturesque Maine coastline.  Gorgeous.  Rocky shoreline, silver grey water, lighthouse in the distance.  The ceremony ends, and the reception begins.  The reception was held in a tent directly next to the ceremony site, overlooking the water.  Obnoxiously perfect.  Until Mother Nature showed up.  That chick is such an asshole.

So the rain starts.  And then there is flooding.  And then the electricity in the tent goes out.  And then there is more flooding.

Side Note:  When I was a kid, I was petrified of flooding.  The whole Noah’s Ark thing?  Scared the shit out of me.  Living on a giant barge with lions and snakes and possums?  Worst childhood fear ever.  Aside from The Pants With Nobody Inside Them.  Was I the only kid that read this particuar Dr. Suess story?  Because that was fucked up.  There are these pants.  That I’m pretty sure are green.  And they’re ALIVE.  And they scare the piss out of everyone in this town, but in the end it turns out that they’re like nice.  Or something.  I’m not sure, the moral of the story was lost on me.  All I remember is the unbridled fear I felt whenever I saw green pants.  I was a weird kid. 

Okay, where was I?  The wedding.  So, it ended up being great.  The flooding subsided and the lights came back on.  Our friends looked so incredibly happy and in love.  There was lots of dancing and great music. 

And no one died.  That I know of.  Yeah, I’m pretty sure no one died.  And on that note, here’s a photo of me on my way to the wedding.  Notice how awesomely 80s my hair is?  What happened there?

And since that was scary, lets end on a better note with an adorable picture of Ben bowling at the rehearsal dinner.  Look how serious he is.  Don’t you just want to eat him up?