Saturday, July 9, 2001.
Hatless Baldman Index: 52 (+1)
Inevitability Index:
39 (+0).
Fun. Cute. Insightful. Never pretentious or egotistical.
Dangerously addicting ... Tracy.
That chick always makes me smile (*SLAP* -- I meant the one on the
title page ;-).
BEST MAN
We spent Saturday at the wedding of my brother's (Mark) best friend (Dan).
I wasn't that excited about leaving my little k-boy paradise (my room) but I was looking forward to seeing Mark and Dan.
My brother works as a hip bartender in a North Carolina college town. He's a year younger than me. We're very different in a lot of ways, outwardly at least. We also have our different little idiosyncrasies. But deep down, we have a common bond that time will never break ...
Our mom bugs the shit out of us.
But I don't want to get into that.
I think it's been over a year since I've seen him.
It was an outdoor wedding. For obvious reasons, Amy stuck out like a shapely bootilicious yellow thumb.
During the flower girl procession, this cute little girl happened to see me taking this picture.
She then proceeded to passionately abandon her procession duties and approached me, either because of my camera or because she saw us as kindred spirits (we were both wearing glasses).
The wedding stopped for an eternal twenty seconds as Amy and I tried to shoo her off down the aisle.
Mark was laughing at me from on stage.
I guess I forgot to turn down the mojo when I left the house today.
I think it was a Catholic wedding. The priest (or cleric or Holy Man or Devil in a White Dress) decided it was appropriate to read half of the Bible before sanctioning the married couple to engage in more earthly pleasures.
I admit after what seemed like an eternity in hell, even I was praying to The Blessed Lord In Heaven to strike him down with vengeful lightning and to mute his Tongue of Babel as silent as an angel's footsteps. Amen.
The beautiful bride and the groom, Dan. They were friends since first year of college, almost ten years.
My brother said in his best man speech he knew they'd end up together when he saw them baking together in the dorms one day, back then.
Sweet rolls, indeed.
I haven't seen my brother Mark in over a year and I had no idea his hair was this long (sideburns too). I think it looks pretty cool. Unbeknownst to my bro, half the male Korean pop singers have hair like that too.
Coincidentally, I've been letting my hair grow out as well just to see what it looks like (now I know, I guess). Both of us probably didn't expect how long the other's hair has gotten.
Our hair is naturally wavey, from our dad mostly. Dad used to use VO5 gel to keep his hair slick and straight too (like I did a couple years ago).
I've come to actually like my naturally wavey hair this past year.
After the wedding ceremony, they had us line up to meet all the parents and family members for some awkward chit chat.
I kept thinking to myself,
"If only I'd look more Asian, then I could say,
'No speaka English.' Or I could just
nod my head like Amy did."
I just wanted to get to the end of line and see Mark, Dan, the beautiful bride and her maid of honor (her twin).
My lovely bride and my beautiful mom.
My mom was harassing Mark about his hair in this pic. Then she touched it. Bad move, mom.
Mark is giving us directions to the reception hall above (not signing autographs).
My mom tries to make a getaway in the reception hall once she remembers that the internet (and cameras too I guess) is The Devil.
The next day Mark and his other friend Ray came over and hung out at our lawnless house. We watched Battlebots! Amy had a college class with the two twin interviewers (no, I am not talking about Heidi Mark).
I took a lot of pictures because those were the only times my mom wouldn't be going on about life's hardships, and what nice babies we were, and why Mark's hair is so long, and why Asian imports are bad for the U.S.of A., etc etc.
Mark revealing the face behind the hair.
He looks an awful lot like a professional wrestler doesn't he?
And of course, I managed to connive him into playing some video games. Here we are trying to complete the first level in Twisted Metal : Black. Pretty cool game ... but you can't perform any total spinectomy fatalities (a la Subzero in Mortal Kombat 1).
Our mom has a Christmas picture of both of us when we were six or seven years old, in almost the same poses.
(I couldn't find it for this entry though.)At the wedding reception, my "little" brother surprised when he came around for an awkward (on my part) hug.
"You're so shy," he laughed.
We hugged before he left for North Carolina again today. It wasn't so awkward that time.
