The Real Deal Fourth Entry
Ok so I gave you a sneak peek with the pictures posting before the actual blog entry but you deserved it. Let me break down some facts and figures from the fourth for you.
Hours on train going down to Austin: 4
Hours in car coming back: 3
Number of crazy ladies sitting next to me on train: 1
Number of crazy ladies sitting next to me after they took their meds: 0 (like night & day, it was!)
Comics I read on the train: 1 (They don't call it Giant-Size X-Men for nuthin')
Number of bridesmaids at the wedding: 7 or 8!
Number of them I hit on: 2 (they're both friends though so it wasn't for reals)
Songs I danced to at reception: 3
Songs I danced to that weren't Frank Sinatra: 0 (I don't even need liquid courage if he's croonin)
Girls I danced with: 1
Bridesmaids the 8 year old groomsman danced with at once: All and the bride. go, playa.
Temp at the Rangers game: 96
Heat index: 102
Amount in cash I was offered by some guy for the free glow necklace I got at the game: $5
I don't have the official volume of sweat from my body last weekend but I can safely dub it: "Sweatiest Fourth Ever". A personal best. I would like to thank the outdoor wedding ceremony at which I was wearing three layers, one of them being a suit coat (I looked good, I was told, so I guess it was worth it), and having seats in the sun at the ballgame. And lastly, Texas. I couldn't have done without you.
Kinda last minute planning but I got a train ticket for Austin, went down there Saturday night and met up with Ray and Janx. We went to Fado which is the great Irish pub that pulls one heckuva Black and Tan. It was really good to see them both. Janxy had me in stitches as always and there were many a song played that we would break into duet. I had a thing for our Australian waitress. She was cute, had a great accent, and kept bringing me Guinness, what did you expect? Gosh.
I stayed with Rachel's family that night. For some ungodly reason I was up at 7:20 the next morning with no hope of drifting back off so I took my MP3 player out by the pool and enjoyed the cool morning, which was ancient history by 9:00. Rachel's dad made her get up because "her guest was up". I felt bad but he makes the rules. She was really cute all grumpy so it was kind of worth it. We had a great breakfast and then Rachel had to leave early being in the wedding and all. Her sister Blue and boyfriend Kevin arrived and we got all dressed up and headed out.
The ceremony was really nice. Mandy (also in the wedding party and making her second blog appearance) did hair and makeup and everyone looked great. Rachel was stunning. The ceremony got the speed round treatment being outside in Texas in July and we headed off again to the reception. It was a blast. Free bar, good food, fun people, and Frank. The groom's a big Sinatra fan so he was in heavy DJ rotation. Rachel and I had some very romantic dances followed by a nice talk out on a beautiful lookout. Basically, as crazy about each other as we are we've surrendered to the circumstances that we live 187 miles apart right now. For those of you trying to keep track (which includes me).
Left straight from the reception with Blue and Kevin to drive back that night. They both had work the next day and I had a ballgame. I got to know Kevin better over the course of the ride and the roadtrip music. He's a good guy. Would like to hang with them some more. Got in about 3:30 in the morning and passed out.
We had to leave early for the ballgame because we were supposed to meet Johnny Damon. It didn't quite pan out since everybody and their dog was there early to meet Johnny Damon. I figured as much but didn't want to rain on anyones parade. Went with Nate and his wife Niki. She's a huge Red Sox fan being a transplant from Boston. She had legitimate connections but the game was a sellout with over 50,000 in attendance. We weren't getting close to nobody on the field that day.
Before the game they brought out all these you men and women. They lined both third and first base lines. Then an airforce general came out. These were new recruits and they got sworn in right there at the game. They put the oath up on the scoreboard. It was pretty great and moving. A lot of them I would call kids they looked so young. We sang the national anthem which at the conclusion was an amazing flyover by four F-14 fighter jets. So loud, so awesome, the hair on my arm was standing up.
The Rangers won so I was happy. It was really only a good first and last inning for them with seven boring and hot ones in between. We were told we could stay in our seats to watch the fireworks which would be starting in fifteen minutes. So we're talking and waiting and suddenly all the big field lights go out as well as the stadium lights. Flash bulb strobes are going off like crazy. The few thousand of us lucky enough to get the glow necklaces were seasoned around the crowd like red, white, and blue salt. A "U-S-A" chant started up. Excitement was tangible, then "BOOM"!
It was one of the best shows I've seen. It had musical accompanyment and while there was a main display overhead there were often fireworks launched from several points around the stadium. It was a fantastic way to cap off one of the best fourth weekends I've had.
Now to nurse my carpal tunnel.
Hours on train going down to Austin: 4
Hours in car coming back: 3
Number of crazy ladies sitting next to me on train: 1
Number of crazy ladies sitting next to me after they took their meds: 0 (like night & day, it was!)
Comics I read on the train: 1 (They don't call it Giant-Size X-Men for nuthin')
Number of bridesmaids at the wedding: 7 or 8!
Number of them I hit on: 2 (they're both friends though so it wasn't for reals)
Songs I danced to at reception: 3
Songs I danced to that weren't Frank Sinatra: 0 (I don't even need liquid courage if he's croonin)
Girls I danced with: 1
Bridesmaids the 8 year old groomsman danced with at once: All and the bride. go, playa.
Temp at the Rangers game: 96
Heat index: 102
Amount in cash I was offered by some guy for the free glow necklace I got at the game: $5
I don't have the official volume of sweat from my body last weekend but I can safely dub it: "Sweatiest Fourth Ever". A personal best. I would like to thank the outdoor wedding ceremony at which I was wearing three layers, one of them being a suit coat (I looked good, I was told, so I guess it was worth it), and having seats in the sun at the ballgame. And lastly, Texas. I couldn't have done without you.
Kinda last minute planning but I got a train ticket for Austin, went down there Saturday night and met up with Ray and Janx. We went to Fado which is the great Irish pub that pulls one heckuva Black and Tan. It was really good to see them both. Janxy had me in stitches as always and there were many a song played that we would break into duet. I had a thing for our Australian waitress. She was cute, had a great accent, and kept bringing me Guinness, what did you expect? Gosh.
I stayed with Rachel's family that night. For some ungodly reason I was up at 7:20 the next morning with no hope of drifting back off so I took my MP3 player out by the pool and enjoyed the cool morning, which was ancient history by 9:00. Rachel's dad made her get up because "her guest was up". I felt bad but he makes the rules. She was really cute all grumpy so it was kind of worth it. We had a great breakfast and then Rachel had to leave early being in the wedding and all. Her sister Blue and boyfriend Kevin arrived and we got all dressed up and headed out.
The ceremony was really nice. Mandy (also in the wedding party and making her second blog appearance) did hair and makeup and everyone looked great. Rachel was stunning. The ceremony got the speed round treatment being outside in Texas in July and we headed off again to the reception. It was a blast. Free bar, good food, fun people, and Frank. The groom's a big Sinatra fan so he was in heavy DJ rotation. Rachel and I had some very romantic dances followed by a nice talk out on a beautiful lookout. Basically, as crazy about each other as we are we've surrendered to the circumstances that we live 187 miles apart right now. For those of you trying to keep track (which includes me).
Left straight from the reception with Blue and Kevin to drive back that night. They both had work the next day and I had a ballgame. I got to know Kevin better over the course of the ride and the roadtrip music. He's a good guy. Would like to hang with them some more. Got in about 3:30 in the morning and passed out.
We had to leave early for the ballgame because we were supposed to meet Johnny Damon. It didn't quite pan out since everybody and their dog was there early to meet Johnny Damon. I figured as much but didn't want to rain on anyones parade. Went with Nate and his wife Niki. She's a huge Red Sox fan being a transplant from Boston. She had legitimate connections but the game was a sellout with over 50,000 in attendance. We weren't getting close to nobody on the field that day.
Before the game they brought out all these you men and women. They lined both third and first base lines. Then an airforce general came out. These were new recruits and they got sworn in right there at the game. They put the oath up on the scoreboard. It was pretty great and moving. A lot of them I would call kids they looked so young. We sang the national anthem which at the conclusion was an amazing flyover by four F-14 fighter jets. So loud, so awesome, the hair on my arm was standing up.
The Rangers won so I was happy. It was really only a good first and last inning for them with seven boring and hot ones in between. We were told we could stay in our seats to watch the fireworks which would be starting in fifteen minutes. So we're talking and waiting and suddenly all the big field lights go out as well as the stadium lights. Flash bulb strobes are going off like crazy. The few thousand of us lucky enough to get the glow necklaces were seasoned around the crowd like red, white, and blue salt. A "U-S-A" chant started up. Excitement was tangible, then "BOOM"!
It was one of the best shows I've seen. It had musical accompanyment and while there was a main display overhead there were often fireworks launched from several points around the stadium. It was a fantastic way to cap off one of the best fourth weekends I've had.
Now to nurse my carpal tunnel.
14 Comments:
At 12:44 PM, Daryel said…
All I have to say is...that is one of the most detailed blogs I have ever read.
At 3:40 PM, Anonymous said…
Okay I get it! I'm in the wrong effing state... sheesh man! You don't have to keep rubbin' it in.
At 9:34 PM, Anonymous said…
excuse please, but what is "carpal tunnel?"
At 3:47 PM, Anonymous said…
Hey Coy - just when I thought Shad was starting to enjoy it here in Colorado, you go and write a great entry like that...*sigh*......don't suppose we'll be able to compete with that;) Great entry...great writer!
At 3:57 PM, PostHaste said…
sorry anonymous. that should have read carpool tunnel. where i live we don't have an h.o.v. lane, we force carpoolers underground where they belong.
i just bought one from the state but it needs a little work done on it.
At 3:00 PM, PostHaste said…
oh and courtney:
no i didn't. to quote a famous current president
"fool me once...shame on...shame on you. fool me twice...you can't...you can't get fool me again!"
At 8:26 PM, Anonymous said…
to misquote a famous current president...."fool you once...shame on....shame on me. Fool you twice....I can...and I did....do it again!"
At 2:45 PM, PostHaste said…
whatever courtney. i totally didn't click on it this time. i put the mouse arrow over it and the address to the link popped up at the bottom.
still really funny though. :)
At 4:42 PM, Anonymous said…
wow, impressive..
At 9:02 PM, PostHaste said…
are you patronizing me?
oh maybe you are just a patron of my blog...i get those confused
At 5:26 PM, Anonymous said…
oeil coeur brebis toujours
http://dictionary.reference.com/translate/text.html
At 6:12 AM, Anonymous said…
Totally late in commenting, and disregarding all the other comments (but so getting the HOV one)...I was there too! Wait, not at the wedding. But at the baseball game. Right behind home plate. It was a beautiful thing.
At 7:47 PM, PostHaste said…
anonymous: you know i don't speak spanish.
ih: sorry i didn't say hi to you. my mind was in left field that day.
At 7:32 PM, Anonymous said…
that wasn't spanish, smarty pants
>:-[
nony mouse
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