i'm sorry, but ernest borgnine has already been arranged

ah yes, back to te reception...



the reception was quite nice after i had a few beers and pints of ice cream. i also got my groove on in the drum circles.



these are some of my friends getting drunk. it was great for the first few hours, but after that i had to stop drinking...being the designated driver and all. so i stopped with the beer and sat. for hours.


mego and her sister. nice.


local hippy child. also nice. i should have put her in the trunk and brought her back to brooklyn.


this is my lobster-stuffed-with-tacos dinner. as you can see, the furnace did a number on the sides.


meagan likes watching me sober up.


ah yes, people getting their groove on as i sober up. it sucked. actually, what sucked more was this 21-year old russian, jackaninny who was the most obnoxious, pompous jerkstore to roam the fields of hippyland. there are too many stories to relate, so let me just retell what he said while driving up to vermont with some friends when said friends wanted to eat at wendy's: "wendy's? i won't eat that peasant crap." seriously. he also berated my decision to go to med school and told his date that he was in a bad mood after our table's "vapid conversation." at least his pants ripped and we could all see his gross. russian tush.


overall, the wedding was nice and i'm glad i learned to make ice cream on acid while in a drum circle. and i must say, it was kinda fun to watch people humiliate themselves on the dance floor. one of my friends dumped water on her head while dancing, and then passed out on her boyfriend. nice.


this is what is used to make st. john's wort, the medicine. evidently it grows where we ate breakfast.


this was the breakfast. it was very tasty, especially after drinking a bottle of wine in a tepid hot tub the night previous. and oh! at breakfast meagan spilled her coffee on her shirt and legs, and the obnoxious russian dabbed it off while licking his fangs. eew.