This short work week (for me) is being sandwiched by two pretty awesome weekends, the latter much more so than the former. At least for me. Last weekend began with an awesome show at Rum Runners. We filled the place up pretty well and I think we made a good impression on the owners. I kept circulating through the place, trying to get my friends to agree to making Rum Runners "the new Carriage House." It's sad how much I miss a bar but really, it was such a great place to hang out, not to mention the fact that I pretty much drank for free whenever I was there. I have begged my father countless times to open a new bar but he adamantly refuses. I guess I honestly have no idea how much work goes into it, so I shouldn't try to put that on him. But anyway, people were iffy at best about Rum Runners becoming the new CH, but they did seem to like it, especially Pete, as referenced by his blog entry. So I can probably get people to go back there another time, since I'm sure we'll be playing there again. And next time, I won't drive so I can fully partake in the beer pong table and not play one game versus Matt and Mike and get wholly embarassed upon.
Saturday was Kim and Dave's wedding in sunny, beautiful Connecticut. Seriously, no one could have asked for a more perfect day for an outside wedding mere feet from a beach. It was amazing. It would have been better for me had I not sat in over an hour of traffic and had less than 45 minutes to shower and get ready. Have I mentioned how much I love New York City highways? They really get you where you need to be, lickety split! Anyway, after the mad rush to get there, the rest of the day ran smoothly. After the wedding, which ended at 9, a bunch of us hung out in the hotel bar, watching drunk people dance to two guys playing acoustic guitars. I also spent a good portion of the night talking to a guy who had edited "Tropic Thunder." If you haven't seen it, the first 10 minutes are my favorite part. I'm sure you'll agree when you do see it.
As for the upcoming weekend... it's almost too good to put into words. I've never been anywhere else but Roxbury for Labor Day weekend and I hope to never be. It is the weekend of weekends. Not even just because of the drinking... oh, the drinking... but because of the food and the costumes and the dancing and the family. The family is really the most important part of the whole thing. I see my family an awful lot, even more so now that I don't have a set date every weekend, but this weekend really epitomizes what we are: a great big group of people who love each other and love to party. I am so, so haopy to be a part of that.
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