It's no Queen Anne's Revenge but it'll do.
Now I understand the psychology of reality shows.
I spent this Independence Day weekend traveling back to The OBX to celebrate the wedding of my ex-roommate Sarah. With a destination wedding on a holiday I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to make it but Sarah’s fiance Mike looped me in on a group of friends that were renting a house that weekend and I decided to opt in as well.
I was unsure of how much fun I was going to have traveling to a wedding alone. In the past I’ve gotten quite emo about the experience. I finally settled on having a goodtime regardless of whether or not I got along with the fellow housemates. I would see Sarah and Mike get married, work on my tan, and catch up on some long overdue blogging.
Luckily I have been welcomed in by a great group of friends. After a long drive from DC to Nags Head, I walked into the house and was immediately greeted by Sarah & Mike’s college friend Lacy, who asks if I’m ready for the hot tub. The rest of the housemates arrive from a post-rehearsal party, exploring the house, excited to have their own place to party for three straight days.
I swear the scene could of been ripped from the first ten minutes of any reality series. Of course the rest of the night was spent drinking, hot-tubbing, and playing lots of NBA Jam on the houses’ Sega Genesis system.
Not only did we find a house for partying- but it hasn’t been updated since 1994.
Thanks to that night of NBA Jam the catch-phrases became the group’s inside joke for the weekend. At the beach-side ceremony I looked to my left and saw Robby V lean over to say, “He’s heating up!”
The phrase was answered with, “He’s on fire!” in the row in front of me.
Yes not only did our maturity level revert to college but so did the weekend’s activities: drinking, playing videos games, and bros icing bros.
The wedding itself was great, and this photo pretty much says it all:
I totally want to high five when I get married.
And also this happened:
You got married- and iced!
Even though I lucked out bunking with a great group of friends; having the attitude of making the most of your situation no matter what really helped this weekend. When I was a college tour guide I used to tell perspective students that no matter where you go, college is only what you make of it. Take full advantage of what you are given and you’ll be just fine.
Taking this post’s title to another level, we got lost on the way to the wedding site and ran across another couple trying to find the wedding after they took a cab to the wrong location. We offered them a ride and Lacy and I sat in the trunk in order to make room.
Who needs seats when there's a perfectly good trunk?
Fun times.
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