Lets start at the beginning. My bachelor party was a blur of a weekend. I went to dinner Thursday night with my lovely fiance, only to come home to a surprise party of 15 of my good friends, including brystmar and tcblade from out of town. It was a good night of drinking games before heading out to what at the time was an undisclosed destination. The next day they drove me to Oceanside, CA where we got a 7 bedroom baller beach condo. The 22 of us dudes proceeded to party the weekend away there, playing bochi ball IN the ocean, and beer die on the roof. Saturday night we all hopped in a party bus and I am not allowed to talk about what happened after that, except it was a blast and I did nothing that would piss off my wifey. Sunday morning I was still too drunk to drive and had a friend take me the 45 minutes back to my house. That was an awesome bachelor party, I don't think I have too much of a chance of surviving it if we have to do it again. Thanks to everyone for showing up, although I do gotta admit, I don't remember all that much of it.

It took 3 days to get unhungover from that one, and then it was wedding time. Family and friends trickled in Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Friday we had a BBQ at my house, where my Mom got to embarass us by showing 65 people a video montage of childhood photos of Shana and I (soon to be released to you). We ate some food, got some beer die going of course, and then everyone had to leave around 2 or 3 as we had to get our tux's still, and we had a rehearsal ceremony at 5:30 (not in the tux's). We had a rehearsal dinner at Buca Di Beppo (which my Dad has trouble spelling and saying, it usually comes out, Boca De Pepto or something). It was an awesome time, where a couple of my friends, and my sis, fell victim to a few too many drinks, leaving passed out (half) corpses everywhere. Shana and I called it an early night and headed home to prepare for the big day. Saturday was no walk in the park. From the moment we woke up something was going on. We were preparing a ton, then I got to the Grant, tried and failed to set up 2 monitors to show videos (because I brough DVI cables and needed VGA), then literally the last 5 minutes from 4:25 - 4:30, I am scrambling to find a "wine glass" that I thought my Mom brought for Shana and I do drink out of during the ceremony (yes we incorported drinking into the ceremony as a symbol of our sharing our lives or something like that). I found out she brought it for a candy bowl and said, meh lets drink out of it anyways, so the final minute my Dad and I are at the valet, and we go, he is getting married in 2 minutes and we need something out of the back of the car, we find the candy bowl with candy still in it, and are cleaning it out of M&M residue 30 seconds before I have to walk down the isle. We barely made it (or they waited for us) and within 5 minutes I am struggling not to just burst into tears as emotion finally flows through me. I remember during the ceremony I stared alot at Shana, she was of course beautiful. Anytime I lost focus I would start to cry which made her start to cry so we were literally both having to work together to just make it to the end. We drank out of the same candy dish, broke a champagne glass, everyone shouted Mazel Tov, and we ran away together. There were tons of pictures (nutedawg will no doubtedly share how gay the guys had to pose together). After the ceremony we ate drank, danced, and were generally merry. I got to talk to alot of people that I haven't seen in a while, and some I see too often. It was kind of awesome being able to jump right into the middle of any circle of people and totally being the center of attention (a guy could get used ta that). But now the glamour is over and we get to retreat to 2 weeks in Sicily by ourselves with no phone, and little internet. By the time we get back we should have most of our wedding pictures and some from the honeymoon too. i will make sure and keep you in the loop. Until then, Mozel Tov!!!