Finally! My traveling is done… until Kidd’s Kids… which is in three weeks. haha.
My best man, Frank, got married this weekend. I was actually glad to find out that the rest of the groomsmen thought our outfits were hipster and scary. But we wore them proudly, and actually did not look too bad. I did have a bit of nervousness, because Kinsey decided to come last minute, and I had no idea who had been invited to the wedding. There are a few girls that I may have sorta kinda dated back in the day, that are friends with the bride. To make matters worse, Kinsey and I had no sleep because the babies were not on West Coast time. This meant our day got started at 3:30 am. Yay!
Luckily, no ex girls were invited, but I had another thing creating some pretzel like feelings in my stomach. I had a speech to do… in front of a bunch of people I went to high school with… and to make matters worse, I have the “he’s a radio personality” pressure added to it. You would think that I wrote my speech out, practiced it, had it ready to go, and made sure it was well calculated, right? Nope. I didn’t write nothing. This could be good or bad. I was going to let it all come to me as soon as the mic was handed to me. Another obstacle… the alcohol. Gotta be careful with that thing. As soon as I was called up, I heard Kinsey say, “I’m nervous.” Thanks, babe. I had a joke ready to go. That was my only planned thing, but it had a bit of an adult theme. As soon as I stood on the dance floor, with the light on me, I made eye contact with Frank’s 10 year old niece. I couldn’t do the joke. It would have absolutely gone over every kid’s head, but I just couldn’t do it. So I began to talk. I got people to laugh, and then ended up making a couple of girls cry… not because I embarrassed myself. I kept it short, simple, and to the point. I was shocked. It was like something took over my body and did the speech for me. I went back to the table, and Kinsey looked at me and said, “I am shocked you didn’t embarrass yourself… you did great.” Thanks… I think. We danced, we talked, and it was over. Just like that.
My flight was the next morning. I did not bring any protein powder this time, because I did not want to be labeled a cocaine dealer again. In fact, I didn’t bring anything in my backpack. Why did I bring it? I don’t know. I realized I brought an empty backpack, as I was getting on the plane. That was when I realized that I also did not have my keys. Yeah. Car is at the airport back home, Kinsey is staying another week, and she has the keys… and we don’t have a spare, because she lost it. Do you know how expensive hotel parking is? Is it bad that I looked up how to hot wire a car, and I am thinking of stealing my own car? Hope I don’t get arrested for that.