Saturday, he married a beautiful woman named Sondra. The church was amazing, the ceremony was tear-inducing, and I managed to spit out the responsorial psalm without bursting into a fit of nervous giggles. Whew. Sondra is awesome - not only does Ringo assure me that she speaks fluent nerd, she's also hot. That wedding dress made her like 10 times hotter - I barely even recognized the girl. Good thing he married her, or I'd have taken her as the Spiehler third wife. (The spot of second wife has already been claimed.)
The reception was awesome - the food was AMAZING. They had these kabobs that were just... mm, dang. No lie. The cake was pretty good, but the groom's cake was this chocolate and peanut butter monstrosity that really made me regret giving up chocolate for Lent. Sondra's family are maniacs on the dance floor. Maniacs, that's for sure. Her grandma, who is in her 80's if she's a day, was even up there gettin' her groove back to the beat of Tone Loc's "Wild Thing."
Drew gave a rockin' best man speech that got him a little fahklempt and the audience cracking up. Oh, and Drew looked FLY. So did I. To wit:
That's Groovin' Grandma in the background.
After Drew's speech, several people went outside to draw all over the car that Ringo and Sondra had rented for the honeymoon road trip. It was pretty standard stuff, "Honk at the happy couple," "Just married," etc.
Some doggone fool done went and covered up all that writing that night.
I won't say who did this, or how the industrial-sized roll of toilet paper was obtained, but I will say that Ringo probably regrets telling us that he and his bride were staying at the same hotel we stayed at before departing on their big honeymoon.
Poor Ringo. At least he can take solace in the fact that he's got a beautiful wife.
I have Ace news too. The occupational therapist will be here tomorrow to give Ace his evaluation. I don't think she'll be very impressed though, because the little stinker decided to start rolling over... and over and over and over again the second I left him at my mom's house on Saturday. I left Saturday morning, and as soon as I got on the interstate, she called and said he had rolled over from his back to his front, and then back again. He's done it a few times today, too. Now we gotta get the kid sitting up and holding his bottle and curing cancer, and we'll be right where we oughta be.
Good weekend. Good friends. Good times.
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Lookit you two, all fancy and stuff. As soon as Ace is ready, I have a dissertation that could use some work....
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