2002-09-09 - 12:46 a.m.

Peter's Wedding Day

Let me start off this entry by having my last word about the unclebob thing. To the person who signed my guestbook talking about kicking my ass to Hades. You obviously missed the line where I said "I don't care about your lives." and there couldn't be more of an empty threat than "I'll kick your ass" in the middle of cyberspace. Holy Fuck, It's a computer kid, Find the OFF button.

And To Dazzababe who decided I didn't have a life from reading my last few entries. You missed the disclaimer somewhere along that line that said "This is my diary and I don't give a shit what anyone thinks."

When you come here it's all about ME. Bingoguy, All the time, 24/7. That's not gonna change here.

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[We now return you to our regularly scheduled entry already in progress...]

..and then I made it home from out of town. That was my weekend. Did you like the story?

LOL. Ok. Just kidding.

Let's go back to last weekend shall we. [Insert Wavy Lines Taking Us back to last weekend.]

I was trying to get myself ready to go out of town. In my normal, procrastinating style, I made it out of town last Friday afternoon so I arrived to my destination Friday night. I hung around with Bart and his girlfriend Margo. We went and had Dinner at a Denny's. Woohoo Nothing like Denny's in the later hours of the evening. (Did I mention it was probably closer to midnight by this time...no? Well it was.)

I ordered the Super Bird. Which is some kind of Turkey Sandwich I think. Anyway, It looks a whole lot fucking bigger on the menu than the three pieces of minute sandwich that were handed to me on a plate with some fries. You call this "Super"...Holy Jeebus I don't want to see the "Non-Super" Bird. I should have had a steak like Bart did. (For those of you who read my Salmonella story there's a trend happening here. For those of you who are clueless. Bart eats a lot of STEAK.)

It was at some point during the meal that I decided I'd seen quite enough of Bart groping his girlfriend in front of me. I mean, I don't mind the flirtatious touches between a guy and girl who are together. Those happen. But this bordered on some sort of soft porn show. Which I am pretty sure Margo didn't mind because she likes my buddy Bart but I on the other hand was like "Jeebus! Keep it in your fuckin pants it's a restaurant."

I think I somehow offended Bart but I didn't give a shit because he was offending me. No Class was coming to mind. You have a girlfriend...big fuckin woop Bart. We're not fucking 14 anymore grow the fuck up.

Anyway, Bart just seemed to get in a pissy mood after that. This carried on over into Saturday. Yes, The Wedding day of my best friend Peter.

I was really excited about the whole thing. I had brought a $100 cash for a Wedding Present. I am not sure if that's cheap or what. I haven't given many wedding presents in my life because people always seem to get married when I am working and can't go. So, This giving a wedding present was totally new to me. I didn't get a phyiscal gift due to my late arrival in town on Friday. Money seemed simple enough. Anyway, First we had to go to the Wedding Ceremony. That was at High Noon.

There's something funny about getting married at Noon. I've made a mental note in my head that if I marry anyone I will not do it at Noon. Something odd about it. Who knows. Maybe I am just weird. (Shh.) Peter and his wife to be were getting married in one of those BIG ASS'd Angelican Churches. Woohoo. You know HUGE Ceiling, Stained Glassed Windows, HUGE mofo Pipe Organ. Very, Very Churchy in my books. Typical Wooden pews with the drop down kneeling peice. Various hymn books in the back of the pew in front of me. There was probably about 50-60 people attending the ceremony. (Later I found out the major of the Bride's family live in Regina which is where they were headed over the next week to have a second reception.)

We got there early. The Ceremony didn't start at Noon more like 12:20pm. This gave me at least 40 minutes to realize when looking at the wedding program and seeing the wedding party line up. Not surprisingly I didn't know anyone on the Bride's side of things. Then I perused the groomsmen's names. Peter had two groomsmen along with his best man. The best man was his only brother which I thought made perfect sense. His brother and I had talked on the phone before the bachelor party I didn't go to. He was surprised Peter had asked him. I told him there should be no other he's always thought alot of his brother even if they haven't always got along. The Love is totally strong there. Now, back to the groomsmen. One name didn't surprise me at all. A workout buddy and long time friend of Peter's and a friend of mine too from our teenage days. It was the other name that shocked the shit out of me. Another friend from our teenage years but not someone I thought Peter was particularly close to. This made me think about how events had unfolded in August.

Peter's Bro had said to me in our phone conversation he thought I was in the wedding party. I told him I hadn't heard a thing from Peter and that I would be honored if that were so. I didn't go to the Bachelor Party and I think that may have nixed me out. Peter not sure if I would show up or not. Which in retrospect rings clear because the most common thing said to me that day was "You MADE it." Like there was any doubt. I guess only in my mind. Anyway, I was really, really, really, hurt. I think Peter realized later maybe just days before when I had to call him and ask him where the ceremony and reception were because he hadn't sent me the invitation that he said I was supposed to get. (Which also rings through you don't normally send invitations to people in your bridal party, so if I was nixed late from the bridal party. I wouldn't have been sent an invitation either.) When I talked to him I told him how excited I was he was getting married how awesome I thought it all was. How I was so shocked I hadn't heard anything about his bride to be. How I figured it had to be true love because Peter has always known what it was he was looking for. This had to be it. So, I was also not shocked they were getting married a little over 6 months after meeting for the first time. It still didn't stop me from being selfish and feeling hurt. It hurt most of all because I'd been left out. The pictures will be the memories down the road and I'm not part of that happy moment. It pissed me off. I asked Margo if I was out of line to be hurt. She asked a simple question. "How Long have you been Gone, BG?" Yeah.

Over 7 years. 7 fucking years. Long time. Things change. I didn't keep good contact and neither really did he. We drifted. I also rarely have made to their town to see any of them. Lots of cancelled visits on my part. Money or just no time. It's tough having a life and friend who don't live close. I am a shift worker it's not easy to have spare time when others do. It's a bit like playing a shooting gallery from a merry go round. So, the long and short of it. I'm still a shitty friend most of the time.

The Ceremony itself was really nice. The Priest was friendly and down to earth. He talked about building things together and giving of oneself totally to other to be happy. Maybe you've heard this stuff before at weddings but it really seemed to fit what I know of Peter and his bride was just smiling ear to ear the whole time. Peter's bro of course had to do the touch all his pockets when the Priest asked for the rings. What a show stealer. He's always been like that. Even when he was young kid annoying Peter and I when we were trying to do whatever we were doing together back in the DAY.

When they were pronounced man and wife and kissed and walked out of the church. I've never clapped so hard in my life. I'd forgotten I was pissed off for the moment and was just geniunely happy for a great old friend of mine.

I made to the receiving line in the back courtyard of the Church. Where I got to say the only words I've said to his wife to this point. "Hi, I'm [Bingoguy]." Peter then said the same thing adding I was an "old friend." I was just one of many faces she probably doesn't really know. I've made a point to myself in a couple months. Probably the early part of the new year. I want to go visit THEM. I want to get to know who this woman is who stole the heart of my best friend. Even if my best friend doesn't know he's still my best friend.

Bart, Margo and I then had about 2 hours to kill before the stand up reception. We drove down the way to a local Chapter's Store as Margo had to have a Caffiene fix. I got a chance to find a wedding card. It was one of those one's playing here come's the bride or something. It was the best I could find the rest were just too sappy or just didn't fit who I am or they are. Ya gotta have that when you are sending just a card. I like a card to have meaning so when you open it and read it. It truely makes you think of the giver and the connection that the reciever has with whoever is giving the card. That's just me. Maybe I'm strange.

Anyway, Now I had a place to put the $100 bux. The Three of us had our coffees. They had Iced Caps I think and I had a Venti Mocha. Always Mocha man... I tell ya. Cocoa and Coffee... it's the only way to go. We talked about lots of crap over coffee. Nothing I really remember in specifics. Though I really get the feeling that Margo and I click on an intellectual level better than her and Bart do. Again, that's just me. I KNOW where they click, I've explained this I think.

We returned to the wedding reception. Which was extremely tame. Almost boring. I got a chance to visit with my friends that I rarely see. It was quite funny cause the Groom's side of the Bridal party took residence up at the table I was sitting at after they arrived back from Pictures. It made me feel good. I got over the fact I wasn't in the briday party but still aware about the picture aspect of things. I didn't have a camera so I didn't get any pictures myself. Bad me.

The reception started breaking up and Bart, Margo and I said our goodbyes and exited. Who knows how long I would have stayed had I been in my own car. I never know when to leave social gatherings where is that polite line?

Anyway, That's it. That was the wedding. A big event in my life that had very little or nothing to do with myself. The only thing that left me wondering was. If I get married in the future. Who the hell is in my bridal party. I've no best man. Bart's an ass to me. He's there for me but insensative to me. That's just not my idea of a best man. Peter, We drifted. I couldn't see him being my best man when I wasn't even IN his wedding party. At least I was IN Bart's. Everyone else are really just aquaintances. Well, the upside is I am not getting married anytime soon so I really don't have to worry about it. It just made me think. It leaves my Dad as my best man. Something that would probably cause him to have a coronary and die from shock. If he isn't dead before I get married.

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