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This weekend was one that I have been looking forward to for sometime: it was the wedding of my great friends Adam and Melissa.

I arrived in Boston, Mass. bright and early on Friday morning. After a long wait for the rental car, and a 1.5ish hour drive I made it to my final destination of Falmouth, Mass. and The Inn on The Square. My room was in The Cottage, so I was extra special, or something.

Friday evening was the rehearsal (had to remember things) and rehearsal dinner (fun). The rehearsal went pretty well. I was paired up with Melissa’s step-mom, Joann, and I think it was a great pairing. We had fun with it the whole weekend. After running through things twice, we headed over to The Flying Bridge for dinner and drinks. While there Adam and Melissa took the time to say some really great things about all of the wedding party members, which was awesome because I was one of them, and we then enjoyed some excellent food, including New England clam chowder.

Around 9 or so other guests joined us at the bar for drinks and conversations. Here’s where I got to hang with current ATLiens Robert and Sue and former ATLien Cameron (he posts less than me). Also got to meet a bunch of fun new people and re-meet some of Adam’s friends from England. Finally, we closed out the evening at another bar at an unknown time.

Saturday was busy, but fun.

After almost no sleep and a 7:00 am wakeup call, I jumped in the car and headed back to the airport to pickup my awesome friend Lori who had to wake up at 4:00 am just to make the trip. Yeah, I know, that’s pretty awesome. I’m truly lucky to have such friends.

1.5ish hours later and we were back in Falmouth for a quick lunch and just enough time to get all pretty before heading over to have photos taken. After photos we shot over to the church where I got to use my ushership skills to separate the bride’s friends/family from the groom’s friends/family. Next up was the actual ceremony. A moderately stressful moment was that Joann and I were the first to enter the church, so I was worried about walking too fast or tripping or something like that. Luckily, we did fine, but tripping would have been funnier.

The ceremony was followed by the reception where drinks and food and a long, yet funny best man’s speech were enjoyed by all. I was also able to spend some time with James and Tom from Atlanta, and Jeff from Chicago, so that was fun. Everyone danced the night away to the best wedding band of all time and finally called it a night after a brief after-party at Melissa’s mom’s villa.

Today was breakfast and tux drop-off before heading back to the airport for the 3rd time in 3 days and home. I’m glad my rental car had unlimited miles, because I drove much.

Adam has been a fantastic friend to me over most of the 4 years I’ve known him (there was a brief period where we hated each other). He’s always available to chat about whatever is on my mind and offer wise advice as needed. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, even if he is from another country. One thing you’ll note if you head over to flickr and see the photos from the weekend is that Melissa has the best smile ever. And it’s always on display. She is smart, beautiful and an all around great person. Adam is a very lucky man.

I wish Adam and Melissa the best in life and hope that they have many happy and healthy years together.

Photos.

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Update:
I created a group on flickr here. If you were at the wedding and you took photos and you are a member of flickr and you happen to read this and you want to, please join the group and add your photos. Thanks.

This weekend featured the Atlanta bachelor party for my very good friend Adam (aka: British, Ducky Duckworth, or just simply Ducks). His wedding will be the first where I am a member of the wedding party. Hope I don’t mess anything up.

Recap:

After a bit of a flight delay due to imaginary bad weather, Adam and his buddy Jeff got into town around 8 or so. We had a quick bite to eat and they checked into the hotel, then we hit the Highlands. It was a pretty low-key night of drinks and friends and catching up, which was awesome. We closed out the night with a stop at the Majestic, naturally.

Saturday we spent the afternoon enjoying lunch and scenery at the Park Tavern. A fried grouper sandwich was eaten. From here we metup at Mark’s new joint to head over to Turner Field for some Braves/Cubs action. Unfortunately for Ducks and Mark and Jeff, the Cubs lost, but that’s life. I love going to baseball games, even if I don’t care at all about the teams that are playing.

Here’s where I might need some assistance remembering what actually happened:

Next, we hit Smith’s Olde Bar for some old school foosball action. A lot was drunked and we pretty much were on the table all night. It should be noted that Robert and I were the first to beat Mark and Darrin, ending they’re many game win streak. There was foosball, pool, alcohol, and even some arm wrestling, basically a good time. I’m pretty sure we intended to hit Midtown, but that never happened.

Closing time came around and we started leaving. When we were outside some chicas asked about after hours bars and we told them about the Cabin Room, which none of us have ever actually been to. Next thing I know, Ducks, Jeff, Marcos, 2 chicks, and I are in a cab over to the Cabin Room. I’ll go ahead and say that this was probably the worst idea of the weekend. I hope it wasn’t mine. $20 covers later and we’re in some log cabin looking place drinking more drinks. Weird. I think I finally made it home by 4:30.

Today Ducks and Jeff and I enjoyed some brunch from the patio of the Brewhouse Cafe in L5P. I was pretty excited to see Brioche French Toast on the menu, but was sadly disappointed that it wasn’t really that good. There was something called an ‘apple raspberry coulis’ on it that was way too tart and pretty much ruined the dish. If you know only one thing about me, know that I love french toast.

After that, we headed over to Twains in the Dec where we let Adam kick our balls in at pool. They had some kind of mad corned beef extravaganza going on today and it smelled great. Adam and Jeff both got sandwiches and I couldn’t resist bringing home a pound of the delicious goodness. Dinner for the next few days is pretty much set for me. If you know only two things about me, know that last one and then add that corned beef is really focking important to my taste buds.

Finally, there was the drive to the airport and the always sad goodbyes. There were hugs and a few tears, but in the end smiles all around. Most of that was untrue.

All in all, I say successful as hell weekend. It was an all out good time of friends and food and alcohol. It was awesome to finally meet Jeff and to have Ducks in town, if only for the weekend, and to tear it up like the good old days.

Photos on the flickr.

Hey sleep, it’s me. bobafred.

I know we’ve never been great friends, but we did have something special there for awhile. Something happened recently, though, and now we don’t get along.

But, I’m totally willing to compromise. Let’s just say you come back and allow me like 6 hours a night and in return you can make me have bad dreams about people I hate and wake me a couple times. Sound good?

Let’s talk.

Love,
bobafred