Teendrama superfans may remember Paul from my days at glory days at Syracuse living at 600 Euclid / The Green Monster (or perhaps from such adventures as Halloween 1996 or The $1600 GM Party).

This October, Paul hosted the 2nd Green Monster wedding (1st = Deschamps 05/01) and the fourth GM wedding (#1 Deschamps, #2 Freid, #3 Dubowski) way out in rural Pennsylvania.

Me, Doug, and Larry Levine (both 600 alum) plus special guests Ms. Karen and Ms. Kristen made the journey down from NYC.


Worst. Shotgun. Ever.


Hotel arrival = 11:30.
Hotel checkin = 12:00.
Burger King field trip = 11:45.

ps: The people in the Lexus yelled at me, wrongly accusing me of trying to take their photo.


1:00p. School bus picks us up outside the hotel...


... and whisks us to the middle of nowhere. Doug & Kristen pose for my brand new digicam.


Which looks like Baby's First Digicam next to Johnny Megapixel's new camera.


Team 600 Euclid representing. Left to right: Kevin, Jay, Larry, Captain Thanksgiving.


This dude was also representing - bumblebee pin style.


While I represented my new brand new shirt.


Just as the ceremony was about to begin, it started raining...


... though, luckily, the rain never really caught on.

The setup of the wedding was pretty rad. A giant tent (reception area) about 50 yards to the left, and chairs / blocks of hay used to form a semi-circle around the wedding party.


Paul and Anne also passed around their rings (attached to this pillow) during the ceremony.


Meanwhile, I passed around my pedometer - 2.92 miles so far. Suck it.


Poor Ms. Karen wasn't racking up any miles thanks to the combo of skinny heels + farmland...


... leaving her nailed into the ground with each step.


Our Good Behavior during the ceremony was rewarded with kegs from Jeremy's brewery...


... commemorative coozies...


... and guys in suits pouring drinks.


Hors d'oeuvre were served before dinner - most notable, some delicious mini cheesecake things covered w/ blueberries which Karen somehow dropped from the heavens...


... and into the drink I had resting on the ground.


As dinner time rolls around, my nametag suggests that maybe I wasn't invited with a guest.

ps: For the record, nametag was wrong. I was +1. Larry pulled a switch-a-roo.


All the B-List kids (me + Jay Larry + Scott + Kevin) got stuck at Table 16 (another mixup, of course).

Here, me & Canadian Rage.


Programs left on the tables send special shoutouts the wedding party, the caterers and one "Teddy Salad".

ps: Who are you Teddy Salad??? [more]


Dinner was catered by a local BBQ outfit (read: best wedding food ever).

I went with the pulled pork.


Karen opted for the chicken...


... though she eventually changed her mind.


Did I mention the donut cake?


Captain Thanksgiving showcasing his matching skills with holiday candeez.


Jay dials up the bus load of high school girls that got lost on the way to the after-party.

Hi!


Lots of people + lots of drinks + middle of nowhere = bathroom logistical problems.

Which were masterfully solved by the fanciest porta-pottys you've ever seen.


... that is, utill they get all filled up.


More 600 alumn. Dubowski, seriously, the shocker? Come'on, this is a family wedding!


First try with my Signature Style = not too hot.


Hotter?


Art. (insert "Ansel Adams with a cocktail" reference here)


Me + K.


Take 2.


Take 3.


Take 4.


To be honest, I was surprised that things stayed civil as long as they did - wedding started at 1pm and the ruckus didn't really kick off until around 9pm.

In this case, Jay better take cover...


... cause it's Keg Tossin' Time(tm).


Kevin Beard, flexing.


Blurry.


Flexing. Again.


Jay was named captain of Teams Suits.


Doug J captains Team Skins.


Miller's got skills, but can't match the brawn of one shirtless Douglas P. Jaeger.

ps: I came in as dead last as possible.


Somehow...


... I knew...


... it would...


... end up...


... like this.


So I escaped for a photo shoot with the two dads.


Doug + Kristen pillage the flowers.


Next morning's drive home was smooth sailing till we hit the Holland Tunnel.


So we took a shortcut through the carwash.


Which Larry throughly enjoyed.


Hey Little Sister Katie, thanks for the EZ-Pass(, sucker!)


We were home no more than 5 minutes before me + K started our investigation.


Zero results. Hmm... so, we decided to rent a movie (and get Teddy a blockbuster card while we were out).

Update: PK just wrote me back disclosing the identity of the mysterious Teddy Salad.