Happy Caturday all. I’m getting around gradually this morning. It was a long day yesterday. As you know from yesterday’s post I woke up late. The good news is that I arrived at work to find everyone else had slept in as well. It’s funny how that happens sometimes. Running late be damned, there were still forms to make. It took me most of yesterday to get into a groove. By that I mean I was a total butterfingers for the better half of the day. I dropped stuff. I broke stuff. I was a disaster. At some point, probably around the time I started listening to Jerry Lee Lewis, I got into the groove and forms started churning out. By then though, my time at work was coming to a close and I had to book it home to take a shower so that I could get to the wedding rehearsal dinner.

Prop Ninja loaned me her car for the weekend, so once my wheels arrived, I hopped into the shower and 30 minutes later I was on the road. Normally I would be dragging my feet about going to something like this (meaning going out of my house and into a situation where I don’t know what to do with my hands) but not last night. Why? Because Nicky’s dad, let’s him Papa Dude, was smoking two whole pigs in a smoker that he built. Let’s just say that the smoker and the pigs were equally as enticing. So, I sucked it up and headed over.

We stood around a lot and talked a lot at first. You know the drill, meet everybody’s friends and family, shake hands, and whatnot. To be honest I don’t remember anyone’s names. I was a little overwhelmed and also a little fixated on the pigs. At some point, we did a quick little rehearsal in the front yard and thankfully the wedding coordinator told me what to do with my hands. After that we all went wee wee wee back into the house and began the feast. I ate so much that the thought of trying on a tux later in the evening seemed quite illogical. How should I know if it fits? My belly is swollen like a kid in one of those “Save Africa” posters. Was is worth it? Yes, very much so. Did I go back for a second attack toward the end of the night? You better believe it.

There is just something magical and tribal, something deep in my DNA that makes standing over an animal and eating it with my bare hands just feel right. Wanna see them? Okay:

Want some?

After my second visit to the delicious doctor, we headed over to the Cook/K house to try on our tuxes. We ended up sitting around talking for about three more hours. It was good times. I of course got to bed way passed my bedtime. Luckily, I got to sleep in this morning. The only I’ve got to do today is make this post and hunt down some mustache wax. Oh, yeah, and there’s that little thing about being in a wedding. Can’t forget that. Anywho, I’m off to poo and find some wax for my ‘stache. More soon. ~SC