left for the wedding thursday morning, gorgeous day flying up the saw mill river parkway, winding around at 65 mph, best mood in the word, EB along for the ride.

got to SA to pick up the sound equipment for the wedding. holy bajoly, fabulous mood fading quickly as i am responsible for $20,000 worth of stuff that weighs enough to have my wheel wells riding approximately a 1/4" above my tires. fucking hell - we drive slow, i positively cringe and suck in my breath every time the muffler hits the ground or i hear a noise akin to my back shocks giving out. EB makes the calls to have other people drive some of it back.

we finally get there, unload everything, check in. it's mixed-bach party night. 'limo louie" is on his way to pick us up for a night of proper debauchery. the night would end up involving me stealing the volcano bowl from k0wloons, mirrored ceiling in the limo with lights that changed colors, and, well, the nastiest strippers i have ever seen in my life. disgusting nasty totally naked, nasty nasty nasty. oh, plus "louie" was an insane drunk and was swerving all over the road. that was somethin'.

next night - fhancy rehersal dinner, 'cept instead of just the bridal party, everyone was invited. ended up with the gang of us heading to the local brewery, where this short-ass dude got all up in my face when i (nicely) asked him to move so i could take my shot at pool. anyway, within a short period of time i was a "racist" and a "punk ass motherfucker," my friends were all "twats" and he wanted to fight me. now, first off, he is 5' tall maybe. second, i don't fight. third, i have literally 20 friends in this bar that you just made very angry. EB is over in the corner removing his jacket at glasses about to pound this guy before we convince shorty he needs to step to the other side of the room for 15 minutes to think about what he is saying. it worked.

anyway, the wedding next day was beautiful. heathlouise looked gorgeous. i teared up at the ceremony. i almost tripped walking in, i almost fainted (it was so GD hot in there) but with the aid of the strong arms of of c-love, i prevailed.

dancing and dinner were fun, after party in my room was crowded and goofy and occasionally annoying for bad guest behavior. later on the cops came. "is this your room?" me: "yes" cops: "how many people are in there?" me: "some. why do you ask?" cops turn and walk away. ok, whatever.

wake up only slightly hungover, brunch up, pack up (which takes forever) and me and EB and Steener hit the road (less equipment in the car = more room for Steener.)

what happens next is probably the most annoying 26.5 hours of my life.

as we are going down 495 at approximately 75 miles per hour the car shuts the fuck off. it's hard to tell for the first few quick seconds, because there is so much noise anyway. but when i hit the gas, nothing. and the power brakes and steering are gone and holy fucking christ we are going to die. manage to downshift to slow down for an exit, manage to make it halfway 'round the exit before we hop the curb up on grass dirt and trees, me standing on the brakes. i am a stunt driver. yay sta. (listen, i pretty much knew we were not going to die, but it was really scary.)

i'm shaking and crying for a bit, EB takes over, calling AAA towtruck and getting us flatbedded to the tiny VW garage in l@wrence, mass, and getting us to the only car rental place open on a sunday. we three head 1.5 hours south to moheg@n sun casino, where we meet up with j-bro and jo-bro. drop Steener at the bus station, then play the slots for a little bit. say goodbye, EB and i pack up and head back to lawrence.

find a hotel, pass out from exhaustion and frustration. wake up in the morning and call the garage. "bad news, your engine is completely shot. the piston shot through the bottom and it's completely frozen." i'm half asleep and wrought out and on the verge of crying.

"just kidding. it was just a wire to the fuel injection, i've already fixed it and i'll be $25." now i'm really about to cry. fucking asshole. fucking asshole that i want to hug.

pick up the car, and hit the road again. on the way home, wait, what is that, why am i freezing? why is my neck sore and my lower back and my shoulders and my knees? oh - of COURSE now is the totally appropriate time to get the flu. you have got to be kidding me. i pull over in d@nbury, conn to puke at a mcdonalds. seemed appropriate.

make it home, climb into bed for a few hours, do the same thing at boyfriend's house once he got back from england. been nothin' but sleeping for a couple days now, but hey, it was an interesting, frustrating, beautiful weekend to have to recover from.