Best Wedding Reception Ever

Ok I went to Josh and Suzie's Wedding this weekend (congrats) it was very nice.

But the reception that followed was the first (and potentially the last) enjoyable Wedding Reception ever. Upon arrival they gave you a $10,000 in funny money with the Bride and Groom's picture on it. You could change this in for chips and play at like 6 different Casino games. It was a lot of fun. (Men finally had something to do during a wedding reception.) People who didn't want to play could still chat and do whatever.

Also a lot of friends I hadn't seen in a while were there. There were two sets: the married and the happy. The married friends' wives made them all sit together. They were heavier than I remember with kids in tow. The Happy had a great time, we could sit where ever we wanted to.

I saw Ryan Morgan, he's got a cool job at Funimation now! Awesome. And Presto's doing good. I also saw my friends who live in Dallas (although I see them more in Fort Worth, I guess they are avoiding me). Liz is doing good, teaching now. Am I the only person with a crush on Nichole? If so, why? I saw her again for the first time, it took me a while to shake that High School perception of a little naive girl. It turns out while I wasn't looking she became an attractive interesting woman. I only hope people don't see me as I was in High School.

Also there was a marble slab creamery set up in the reception, awesome. When all the tables were full of gamblers my BFF Kody and I bet on what kind of topping the next person would choose. I had a system Strawberries for single girls and Heath Bar for old people, Oreo for all men. It was working pretty well until like 12 of Kody's family went through the line. I ended up like 600 down on a game I invented.

The only sad point was when on my way out I finally saw the table covered with cheese cubes! If I'd have but known sooner.

The best moment was when I didn't catch the Garter belt for the first time in like 3 weddings. I never want the blasted thing it just finds me. I'm like a garter magnet. Of course this minor triumph was sullied by Danny Sims, my former preacher, passing me a note that ominously read "You're next." Let's just hope he's a serial killer and is planning on murdering me.