Dancing With The Groom

There are no waves in Minnesota.

However the mid-north-west is chalk full of super friendly people. Most of the people I know that are from Minnesota, Wisconsin or Michigan have always been super nice and I was not let down on my recent trip to a friend's wedding just outside Minneapolis. While running through cornfields and country side I noticed that EVERY SINGLE person that passed me in a car waved. I waved back and smiled. This is actually a "Southern" element that I've grown accustom to where my family lives in Northern Florida and North Carolina... or maybe it's just a small town thing. Anyways, I wish people would take time to be a little more friendly in the "Yankee" part of Florida.I know I said this in my last post, but I didn't have a picture to show just how excited I was about cornfields! I honestly don't know why? Most people probably think they are boring, but I wasn't alone as pretty much all my Florida gang that eventually came up for the weekend were excited about them too!

Minnesota was a hoot! I had more fun than I've had in a long time. I also drank more than I've drank probably all year. This probably set me back a little bit in my running, but my friend is only going to get married once so we partied both Florida and Minnesota style!

The wedding weekend went something like this:

Friday Night:

- Rehearsal dinner at bride and groom's house. Actually rehearsal in backyard on top of septic mound.
- Dinner in garage (hamburgers, hot dogs and LOTS of beer and wine).
- Backyard games, activities, bonfire and fireworks launched from cornfield ensues...
- Rehearsal dinner ends. Groom, groomsmen and their friends decide it's probably a good idea to go into town to a local bar.
- Best man buys a round of shots. Jeagerbombs for guys, blowjobs for girls.
- Best man buys 3 or 4 or maybe 6 more rounds of shots. At one point there is a round of Jack Daniels.
- Somehow (it's a bit fuzzy) we get back to hotel and everyone passes out. Not falls asleep. Passes out.

Saturday

- Everyone.... and I mean EVERYONE is hung over. I'm talking feeling like a bucket of fuck!
- 11 a.m.... we head to a subway (attempt to eat) and buy more alcohol.
- 1 p.m.... Charter bus (Magic Bus) arrives at hotel and takes wedding party and friends to Lake Minnetonka.
- 1:05 p.m.... I give up and resort to drinking more to cure my hangover. Several others follow suit.
- 2 p.m.... Arrive at lake. Several hours of picture taking before the wedding ceremony.
- 4 p.m.... Wedding ceremony. Everything is beautiful (weather, bride, music, etc.).
- 5 p.mish... Wedding party loads back aboard bus for the 25 mile ride to reception hall.
- 5:10 p.m.ish... Magic Bus makes a pit stop at a bar on the lake for drinks. Bride and Groom have their first drinks as a married couple.
5:45 p.m. Load back up on the Magic Bus and continue drinking.
6:30 p.m. Arrive at the Blue Note a little smashed where the reception is under way. Get introduced and proceed to the head table.
7:45 p.m. Dinner ends... tables are moved back... dancing and drinking continues until 1 a.m.
10 p.m.ish... Dollar dance. Sylvan decides to dance with the groom. Yes, the groom. Girlfriends from Florida take pictures like the paparazzi, but I'll save those from this post!
2 a.m. ... arrive back at hotel and pass out YET AGAIN!

Sunday

Wake up with another hangover and proceed to the airport for the long day of flying home.
11:45 p.m.... arrive home and promptly fall asleep.

Monday

6:30 a.m.... Wake up and run a very difficult and painful 3 miles followed by an hour surf session at the inlet. Yes! A small swell came through while I was gone and I was able to snag some leftovers on the longboard before it completely faded away.

I am happy to say that the constant leg soreness seems to have disappeared or my body has finally adapted to running 4 or 5 days a week. I missed my scheduled long run that was suppose to occur on Sunday. If TSA would have allowed me to run laps around the Dallas terminal I totally would have done it. I'm not exactly sure how to make it up, but I'm sure I'll come up with something.