If you didn’t read last week’s Freak Show Friday, then stop right now and read it. This week’s is a follow-up to last week’s. You see when southerners meet New York, you simply can’t fit it all into one freak show.
Last week, I left off at when we had arrived in Rye, New York, “a very rich area with influential people,” the cab driver explained…
So we were headed to the country club for a welcome party on the beach.
What we didn’t know was that there are two country clubs in Rye – one on a golf course and one on the beach. We were supposed to be at the latter. We hadn’t gotten both feet through the door when the guy behind the desk was already asking if we were in the wrong place. Apparently, it was clear the higher class of losers we are all a part of was hard to hide from this country club.
We stayed at the Hilton. It wasn’t too shabby. Most people were quiet. We were loud. Sheena even thought it was a good idea to bring her speaker to the breakfast table.
Most weren’t too up for that.
We had a little free time on Friday, so we went shopping. All I could afford at the mall was a new tube of lipstick.
Me and Sheena
And then after the wedding ceremony, I lost my shit.
Seriously, I have no idea what happened to me. The minute I saw Brandon, I just started crying. And then I damn cried again that night when they left. WTF. I am supposed to be a hard a**.
We didn’t care about food or the cake. Our table was there for the party. We did appreciate the free booze though.
All of us already had one foot on the dance floor when the D.J. proclaimed that, “Table 9 is ready to dance.”
Also, the northerners may have more money…
…but we have better dance skills.
Yes, that is Grunt Labor, y’all.
We totally brought our A-game.
I can’t even show you said picture. You would think less of me. 😉
And because sometimes words aren’t enough, here are some pictures from the whole adventure…
Kino, Me, Grunt and Brett photo-bombing
We clean up pretty well, eh?
Yes, Brett did jack the #9 from our table. It is currently in my possession and we plan on putting it on a rotation schedule throughout the couples at our table. We’re strange like that.
Me and My Three Favorite Guys (Remember that time we all lived together?)
Brandon got Caitlin personalized Nikes – coolest wedding gift ever.
The classiest women there…well, maybe not.
I’m pretty sure I was damn crying during the first dance too.
My favorite lady to drink Jack with, Martha, the groom’s mama.
Another shot of the sorta classiest ladies there. By this time though, we had all drank too much and were straight-up hot messes.
The groom getting down with his bad self.
The night Sheena said I looked like a high-class hooker.
That dress above can be found here. It’s is like the best thing since sliced bread. I’m about to buy it in the blue color too. It’s that good. 😉
Grunt gettin’ his groove on.
Some of the guys with their 2nd Mama.
That’s a wrap, y’all! Cheers to Brandon and Caitlin!