World Series of Beer Pong 6 - Zach + Geanah's Wedding

I don't like to get into the whole mushy mushy lovey dovey crap on here, because talking about it really makes me realize the void in my life. But even though this website is essentially my life story, this particular section isn't about me. It's about Zach and Geanah and how happy they look in these pictures. Cupid's Wedding Chapel doesn't sound like the ideal setting for a wedding, but that's not the important part. The important part is that they found someone else who likes them for who they are. And whether they get married in a church in front of hundreds, a Las Vegas Chapel in front of a few friends and one drunk bastard or alone on top of a mountain the main thing is that they did get married. Now get over it Iceman and grab another cocktail and drown your sorrows.

Sam was the next to step up to the plate and take a couple of swi(n)gs. He gave me some shit because Bacardi straight up is pretty nasty. I completely agree with him (any rum straight up burns your throat) but when someone gives you free booze you shut your mouth and drink.

The lawn outside of the Chapel gave people an opportunity for those present to offer congratulations and wish the new couple a life filled with joy and happiness. Or update their Facebook statuses and smoke a cigarette. Hey, we all celebrate in different ways. I'm not here to judge. There weren't a whole lot of people (at least compared to most weddings I've been to) but then again, I've never been to a Las Vegas Wedding. So I didn't know what to expect or how to act. So I just skipped to the end of the reception where I'm the drunken asshole embarrassing himself.

We had just come from a beer pong tournament, we were at a wedding and we were in Las Vegas. All occasions where alcohol is normally present. But no one except for me thought to bring some booze. So being the good Samaritan I am, I passed around my bottle of Bacardi for everyone to take a pull. Joe was the first to try some.

I know that it looks like I was trying to go all Ozzy Osbourne on the Ghost of the Holy Ghost in dove form, but I was merely trying to strike up a conversation. It's not too often you see this member of the Holy Trinity on Earth. But I wonder what it tastes like. Would it taste anything like the delicious body and blood of Christ?

I just remembered why everything seemed thrown together at the last minute, why I couldn't play in the Co-Ed tournament and a possibly reason why their friends might have been late - the wedding was supposed to be last night. There was some kind of mix-up with the marriage license, which is necessary to get married apparently. So you know, they don't have any of those on a whim shotgun marriages. But all worked out in the end, and one of their friends (whose name I don't remember of course) caught the bouquet in his mouth and he liked it. So that means he's the next one. At next year's WSoBP perhaps?

Joe saw Sam's reaction to the Bacardi and wasn't going to take a pull from the bottle. But then I told him that I wasn't going to be his friend anymore. Since my friendship means that much to some people (I honestly don't know why) he capitulated to my requests and drank.

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