So this weekend was the big wedding reception. And may I say, it was a good one. There was dancing, drinking (a lot of it), speeches, and of course, people thrown in the pool.
Let's start with the stories. Now, Schroeder and I prepared speeches to give at this reception. Like, we wrote something down from the depths of our hearts on a piece of paper. My cousin, on the other hand, did not prepare anything. I'm not saying that she's a deadbeat, I'm just saying that she was very ill prepared. So when everybody was eating, Schroeder and I gave her so much shit for not writing a speech, that she freaked out and decided to write one real quick. So, she started writing it on sticky notes. She said the sticky notes were all that she could find, and I guess I could have told her where some legit paper was (the party being at my own house and all), but I decided it would be way more fun to watch her struggle with about a million little sticky notes.
When somebody finally gave her an actual piece of paper to write this jibberish on, she finished quite quickly. Then she kept saying that she was nervous and demanded me to get her a shot. First of all, why are you nervous? Half of these people are your family and/or you know them. Second of all, maybe you're nervous because you wrote this 10 minutes before we gave them? Third of all, you SHOULD be nervous because you looked for my DAD'S advice on what to say in your speech. Which, as everybody knows, is ill advised.
So they all came out good, got a few laughs where they were supposed to be (and some where they weren't supposed to be). After that was all done, we got into some comfy clothes and danced the night away.
Notice how Schroeder's dance movements do not match up with the song at all. I can't really talk, because people think I'm having a seizure when I bust out my dance moves.
However, when darkness fell and the party was still going strong, some interesting things happened. Some, I will not discuss. Schroeder, apparently was a little tipsy and fell. I did not see this unfortunately, but my sister Sally said that she saw him take his white shirt off, throw it on the ground, and "flip it off". Classic Schroeder. The next morning, this is how a conversation went between him and my mom, Woodstock.
Woodstock: Um, I found your shirt this morning OUTSIDE with a bunch of grass stains on it.
Schroeder: Yeah, that's because I fell.
Woodstock: You fell?!
Schroeder: Yeah, how else did you think it got grass stains on it?
Woodstock: Is that why you're so sore today?
Schroeder: No, I'm sore because I fell on the deck two hours later.
Another thing that happened was that all the boys went in the pool. Which I can't even stand to think about because A) It's October and it's night time and it's freakin cold. And B) THE POOL IS COLD. It was very funny to watch, until something very bad happened.
My now brother-in-law Franklin picked my cousin up and went to PRETEND throw her in, and as he was going to set her back down, my other cousin pushed her in. I felt so bad, but she wasn't too upset. She'd probably get mad at me for saying this, but maybe it was karma getting her for not writing a speech. OR maybe it's karma for when she unplugged MY iPod during an awesome song to plug hers in and play MILEY CYRUS. HAH. Anyway, it's times like these where I'm glad I have a pump attached to me. Although sometimes I don't think they care......
As if she hadn't done enough, she spilled her coffee all over me the next morning. Then I said, "I bet you're one of those people that when they're holding a drink and are asked what time it is, they look at their watch and spill it out". I was unaware that she was mid sip when I said this, needless to say she started laughing and proceeded to spit her coffee out at me.
Then I told her to get away from me. Haha. But really. I did.
-Jenny
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