The wedding was simple, fast (once the organist arrived) and elegant. Karen was gorgeous. People were happy and then there was dinner. Vodka. Snacks. Vodka. Snacks. You get the picture. Then dinner. Frank and I had the thrill of being placed at the wine table. A good thing … and a very bad thing. Our new friends, Charles and Jeannie are associated with Rodney Strong up north. We had red. We had more red. Went upstairs. Danced a bit with Frank to the chagrin of the Indianans and apparently enjoyed being plied with champagne and … well, more vodka.
I don’t remember leaving. I do remember a fall or two on the way home. Frank informed me that the police were involved and then I relived the Mt. Vesuvious experience live in the living room, the bathroom and the bedroom. Such a pretty boyfriend.
In Summary ...
It was an unusual day in San Francisco … the sun was shining [cue bird chirps]
- Walked to wedding
- Enjoyed wedding -- bride exceptionally beautiful
- Walked home - stopping by mansion to view estate sale and see how “they” live
- Enjoyed a beer at home
- Shared a bottle of champagne
- Walked to reception
- Ate hors de oeuvres
- Drank Vodka and soda
- Ate more hors de oeuvres
- Drank Vodka and soda
- Sat at table with wine guy from Rodney Strong
- Ate dinner, drank more red wine
- Drank more red wine
- Drank more red wine ... continue for several bullet points
- Went upstairs to dance
- Things begin to got blurry
- Michelle told Frank to take me home
- Stumbled ... stumbled ...
- Lost tie
- Fell in the middle of Sacramento Street
- Talked to the Police
- Stumbled home
- Fell on the front steps
- Collapsed on living room couch
- Spewed (and you know what I mean) on myself and couch
- Wandered to bathroom and filled the tub (not with water)
- Curled up in fetus position
- Rinsed off
- Got to bed ... spewed again
- Back to the bathroom
- Got out of bed 3:00 the next afternoon
- Monday ... very cranky!
