I would say that today is a much better day than yesterday. For starters, yesterday I wasn’t on a marine base CRAWLING with really cute soldiers. Really cute soliders in uniform. Really cute soliders in uniform doing manual labor in the sun.
Meow.
Ok, pervy-ness aside:
We had a great wedding.
There were some problems, though. For one: The guy who married my niece was a fuckwit. Do you think I will be sent to hell for calling a pastor a fuckwit? One more black mark on the board, I guess. It’s true, though. I personally think that anyone who charges $400 to marry someone and threatens to leave, storms about and makes the bride have total stress deserves the title. Sorry, dude, but it wasn’t our fault that you scheduled a 1 pm wedding 2 hours away when YOU ALREADY HAD ONE SCHEDULED AT 11:30!!!
At least the wedding was beautiful, the bride was beautiful and the ocean backdrop was totally worth the enormous hassle this has all been.
After the wedding we partied on the beach. I even got into the ocean (Well, a little bit, anyway. Give me a break. I’m totally afraid of them.) I made sandcastles with my kids, watched in terror as James “Body Surfed” and tried to ignore the fact that I was a really fugly swimsuit that made me look like I have elephantitus of the butt. I wish I could blame the legs on a piece of clothing, but I will have to just curse my father’s thick-ankled genetics and a blood clot after I had Christopher. Total lack of exposure to sun doesn’t help, either, I’m afraid.
We ended up walking on the pier and going to this cute, 40′s like diner that was built on the end of it. We were all pretty tired when we got back to our room, but I still had to pack and do laundry. It was a dark, little room and it freaked me out. Plus, I had to move a dryerful of BDU’s from a Marine named, “Battley”. I laid them out really flat, so hopefully, he’ll forgive me.
I’m being pulled out the door. Gotta moter.
I uploaded pics to my flickr account (Click on my badge over to the right.) I can’t get my photos to embed and I can’t resize them here.)
Yes. You can call a Pastor a Fuckwit. I have known many. I’ve also known many Pastors that would agree with me that your description is very applicable. You can take Pastor out of the Fuckwit but seldom the Fuckwit out of the Pastor.
Glad you had a good time..
Man I miss the beach… hope you are having fun!
Yep, I’d say the pastor earned the title. In fact, I’ve known many a religious leader that was worthy of said title.
glad you had a good time and that the wedding happened. I always thought a beach wedding would be so beautiful, I’m tickled that my little sister (still unmarried) feels the same- maybe I can help her plan a beach wedding some day!
Nice Loralee, good to hear that the wedding was good, minus the pastor, the sometimes can be fuckwits. Camille, Toby and I went to the beach yesterday too, except that we were on the Atlantic side, so we had Utahn’s on both sides of the ocean, right on. Camille got really burned though and is in a lot of pain right now, she can’t even walk, I think that she needs to go to the Dr., but she is refusing. I will be putting those pics up on flickr tonight or tomorrow.
He was a ROYAL pain in the butt. I just think his behavior was unconscionable to do to a bride on her wedding day.
Kyle-Ack! Please tell Camille I am so sorry and that I hope she gets better soon.
BTW-What is your flickr account? Do I have it? Add me as a friend.
fuckwit: ROFL.
that’s going into my personal dictionary.