Last night was fun…probably too much fun. We all met up with G and Dena at some bar down the street and it was a good thing we walked there. It was like a Roebling Reunion with the six boys back together again with me, “Seven”. There was a cowboy singing some oldies and a one-eyed pirate hanging out with the crowd. The walk home was interesting and I’m amazed that we all got back in one piece. Unfortunately, I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and my tummy did like anything I put in it…including water. I missed the apparently scrumptious breakfast at 9 am and had to sleep off my headache until 12 pm. I had to hide under the covers to muffle the sounds of the parade outside and shield my eyes from the sunny morning. Jes even went for a walk with Michelle to check out the parade and colonial reenactment. Luckily, I was feeling better in time to get ready for the wedding that started at 2:00.

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G & Dena got married at a very pretty Catholic church. The historic town made the wedding seem that much more elegant. The guest list was pretty small, which made the church look even bigger. Since it was a traditional Catholic wedding it was about an hour and fifteen minutes long. They left in a white horse-drawn carriage with champagne for a ride around the town. In the meantime, the rest of us looked for a sports bar so we could watch the beginning of what turned out to be a very pathetic game between UCLA and USC. Cocktail Hour and Dinner was at Casa Monica, a really pretty castle-like hotel and unfortunately the Best Man’s speech was pretty painful. It reminded me of Victor’s “Free Kobe” speech a couple years ago.

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Well, I’m back at the B&B while the others went on to the next waterin’ hole. I need to get some sleep…this morning was rough.