This past Saturday, Stefan and Biz got married. It was beautiful, everyone cried.
The precise spot where they got married was an idyllic location, a little grassy spot next to a lovely lake... no, more surrounded by the lake. I'm scouring my friends' Facebook pix for a good shot of the bride and groom and water, but this shot of the groomsmen was as good as I could get:
Stefan wanted a Reservoir Dogs thang. Mission Accomplished.
(Side note: remember that tiny shot of me looking cool.)
Much, much later that evening, everyone thought it would be a good idea to have a nice little campfire kinda thang right around the spot where Biz and Stefan tied the knot. And they were right! It was a great idea. We told ghost stories (ghost screenplays, more precisely), we shoved cheese in Alex's mouth. Real fun.
Now I'm not going to lie to you, folks. There was a little drinking. It was pretty mellow and nice, but I'd say everyone was having a good time. Including yours truly. At some point in the proceedings, I decided that it was time to relieve myself.
I wish there was a little bit more of a lead-up to this, but there just isn't. I started walking into the woods away from the campfire, but there were no woods. Literally two steps later, I was up to my neck in water. I immediately pulled myself out, shouted "Are you KIDDING me?", and lay down in my original spot, next to the campfire. I guess I was hoping that no one would notice.
No such luck. I've never seen a group of people laugh harder in my life. I didn't fall into the lake. I literally walked into the lake, upright.
The aftermath was that it was basically the only thing anyone could talk about for the rest of the night. When a new group of people came to the fire, we tried to see how long we could go without mentioning it. No one said anything at all. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to talk about other than the fact that I fell in the lake. So I told them. Because what are you going to do? The next morning was better. I think each greeting started with a reference (Lady in the Water, Lady of the Lake), but we started to get over it.
For some reason, I was charged with telling each new person what had happened most of the time, as is the case here. I personally think it's much better to hear from the witnesses. So please, folks. Comment away.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008