The Best Man's speech was really good. Bryon basically talked about how shitty things were for Jeremy when he first moved to Chicago. I remember those days well, heh, we'd sit around and play X-Box. He said that everytime they spoke he tried convincing him to come back to Boston, but no dice. Finally he got the call that Jeremy had "met someone" and things finally turned around. He thanked him for not listening to him and added that until he met Jenn Chicago was just a place where he lived and that it took her to make it "home".
It was a hell of a speech.
Oh the cake/cupcakes were also Chicago themed, the top of the cake was a replica of the top of the John Hancock building, flashing tower lights and all. It was pretty sweet. I should've taken more pictures, I'm not sure why I didn't. I just hate being that guy, taking pics all night. Besides they had a professional taking pics I'm sure they've got everything covered. The boys went outside and had a cigar, and I hadn't smoked one in ages and it tasted soooooo good. I used to smoke them semi-regularily, at least a lot more than I did cigarettes. That took me back, actually a lot of crap that night did.
I started regretting not going to Bryan's wedding the weekend before. I mean, I guess I wished I had RSVP'd and cleared things up a lot sooner. I'm sure I've fucked up that friendship for good now, but in all honesty it's been fucked up for a while now. It would have also been a very different vibe at that wedding. Not as laid back and I know I would've been getting the third degree from a lot of people. It also got me thinking about marriage. It didn't last long, but still, I always thought I'd be married and have a rugrat or two by now. Not that I can remotely even afford a family, but I'm thirty and things aren't working out the way I thought they would. They never do, do they? Life just keeps rolling on doesn't it? Rory's got a kid at home and doesn't go out anymore, Jeremy's married, Bryan's married, Omar's engaged, Sylvia's engaged, my sister's pregnant, time stops for no one. It's just flying by and I feel like I'm on the sidelines a lot of the time. Like I'm struggling against time, I'm refusing to go along with it, but there's no fighting it. Life goes on motherfucker.
We continued the night across the street at the Celtic Knot. God did we ever. The whiskey was flowing and everyone was having a great time. Even Dave's hard luck story about his wife cheating on him became mildly amusing by the end of the night. Especially since he'd end it by telling everyone how he found the guy and beat the shit out of him. He did what I'm sure so many people want to but never do. I don't regret the things I've done, only those I did not do.
All in all it was a great, long, night. I wish Jeremy and Jenn the best of everything and a lifetime of happiness and joy.
I rounded up my passengers and headed back to the RP but I still had a couple of more stops before I got to bed...
I've got to get ready for work, I'll continue later, but let me leave you with a picture of the happy couple.