PA posse

everyone's heard of the PQ posse (well, most everyone) but john's PA posse was in town this past weekend and i got to witness a different kind of posse craziness. this one revolved around boy things and football and drinking. lots and lots of drinking. we were at a wedding in san diego and boy, can east-coasters drink. an open bar does nothing to curb this...and neither does a lack of food. so, for instance, 10 johnny walkers without a real dinner could lead one guest to actually lose his vision and almost lose his ability to remain vertical. of course, in this inebriated state, he still managed to remember every single word of sinatra's 'my way' and sang it with gusto in front of 100 guests. i think the real classy moment was when someone's date (a trashy pretty soriority girl who could not have been more than 19) actually went up to the groom's mom and said 'yeah, i almost did your son. i could have. and i would have been way nicer to him than [the bride].' she was promptly thrown out.

lessons i take away for my own wedding...
- serve a real meal. we don't need drunken vomiting.
- don't let the dj play any edwin mc cain or some shit.
- actually have the bride and groom cut the cake and make sure everyone gets some. (yes, i'm still pissed i didn't get to try the chocolate cake)
- have enough tables/chairs for everyone. sure i like standing and mingling but i didn't enjoy holding my purse for 4 hours.
- don't let the groom roll his eyes and make faces during the ceremony.
- allow bubba to sing 'brandy' and moomaw to sing 'my way'.
- don't wear high heels.