Starting friday night my weekend has been a nonstop frenzy of talking, laughing, dancing, and being called Rambo.
Friday night:
Princess Hotcakes MBA congrats party.
Princess Hotcakes was graduating and of course with that came a celebration in her back yard complete with tiki torches, foods, etc.
Her parents came down (super super people) and I got to meet some new friends of PHC (she has like a billion friends) and re acquaint with some old. There was much geek banter, and as I settle into a party and feel comfortable I lose my ever lovin mind with the ability to talk insanely, rapidly and nonstop for huge swaths of time (I think I get that from my Grandma Lorraine).
I think one of the pleasures was seeing El Pengunio *clap clap* there and constantly forgetting who he was thinking “who’s that tall dude out of the corner of my eye”. That sudden realization that the kid that was once six is now six feet tall is shocking and weird. He’s like a tree ring telling the world how old I am for the amount of time I’ve been in his life. Pretty awesome too since he’s hysterical and such a great guy.
It was a fun night, late night, but fun night.
Saturday:
Graduation/Bowis Wedding
PHC just finished up her MBA, and I rode into Pepperdine not knowing really what to expect. I thought, Oh we’ll be placed somewhere where we can see, I didn’t expect that we had the front row along with the SPEAKERS family. I didn’t expect that everyone from Janitor to President knew Amy, and not only that, loved Amy with unabashed enthusiasm. Just a reminder that I’m dating the greatest girl, who’s smile can make anyone’s cynicism and negativity fly faster than a bird on fire (heh). She’s the best.
She was invited (me and her parents in tow) to a private luncheon with the University President, Professor of Business and some other distinguished guests (maybe 20 in all), where she was again thrown a ton of attention for being spectacular. And did I mention that she is an Awesome impromtu public speaker. Mesmerizing!
From there I had to go to one of the guys in my Bible Study’s wedding. It was out at this restaurant that sat right near the beach. This being the summer, it being on the beach, and the fact that there was a road running between the restaurant and the where the wedding party proved a difficult beginning. First traffic was stopped which caused an impatient driver to fly against traffic only to be stopped before he could hit the bride and her father *sigh*. Then for the first ten minutes we were serenaded by a tow truck drivers *beep beep* back up sound, so that was hard.
The bride looked amazing, the food was pretty good. Hilariously there were these center pieces, plastic vases that had rocks at the bottom, filled up with water, with a flower inside PLUS they had a fish swimming around each one…well for 10 minutes before all the fish died hahaha.
After the requisite cake cutting, speeches, there was much dancing and the boys that I know are kings of the floor, Silas (whom I call Conan) goes into full on contortionist break dancing mode, while others are pretty much emulating Vanilla Ice to a tee.
Silas also began to explain to me in very loud terms that he was no longer calling me Jeremy, but RAMBO!!! I like my new name especially when it’s yelled across the dance floor.
Good times.
Sunday: Blackjack’s Wedding
I’ve known Blackjack for years. A sweet, hilarious and goofy gal that moved from the church we both attended at exactly the same time as I did. She moved down to Newport beach and started a new life, which involved meeting a great guy named MattAttack (see Operation D-land videos for more).
The wedding took place at “Ranchos Los Lomas”, this jungle like venue complete with white tigers, zebras, birds, llamas and a beautiful wedding set up. Free pictures, appetizers, open bars, slurpees being served in giant glasses, sundae bar, it was ridiculous with it’s grandeur.
After the wedding ceremony (everyone looked amazing and she had a 3 camera video set up which was awesome), we were ushered to our table, in the back, and as we soon found out that was a good thing. We were table 13, a number that would be echoed with loud jocularity from our small corner of the world (at to be responded with slitted jealous eyeballs from the other tables). We would scream at the mention of our table (prompted probably by my constant uttering of TABLE 13), and we were probably having the most fun out of anyone.
Videos were hilarious, food was great, company grand. Cigars were passed out after dinner and the dancing commenced.
Funny enough PHC and I have never danced together, but we began to cut a rug and more than that, we just proved our awesomeness to those around us with out boundless energy and our zany enthusiasm. My tie was quickly off and wrapped around my forehead, and as the night wore on I think I became more and more crazy.
I pause to note that PHC looked amazing, and it was fun to catch my friends in giggling conversations about our cuteness factor (high).
It was also fun to see people’s surprise at my somewhat OKAY ability to dance. 
All in all it was a fun fun night and a fun weekend (though exhausting). I’m now drinking caffeine nonstop in hopes it can carry me through the end of the workday…Oh please let it be so.
