i was so close i could taste it or man, what a jip

so its tuesday night and i am finally able to take a breath, lets all take one together, ok......breathe in...........breathe out......ahh, much better. i realize i haven't written since last thursday and boy, was that one sad; sorry to keep you on such a down note for so long. it has been so long since i've written because the time since thursday night has been both figuratively and literally a whirlwind. i have decided to break it all down to you, since i know you are all so interested in everything i do (heh heh, self-importance is awesome).

Friday- luckily i only had to work in the morning, which i realize i miss so bad, oh well....its either that or have all the nice things i enjoy. so, my afternoon off was going great, i was sitting around eating Burger King, watching blankin' funny episodes from the 2nd season of South Park, knowing i had to go get me tux for the wedding on saturday and head up to the church for rehersal. i got done eating my chicken sandwhich (holy crap, those things have to be the best sandwhiches ever) and watching my South park when i decided i would shave so i wasn't mistaken for a homeless man at the wedding. so there i am, my face all lathered up with shaving cream and the weather changes dramatically and it is all of the sudden really dark out. since i am so inquizitive i turn on the Tv and turn it to the local news channel and......no way, there's a friggin tornado spotted not 10 miles from here and the whole cell is heading this way. awesome! was my first thought and reaction, bad weather has got to be one of the most exciting and fun things to experience. so, because i am so brave and undaunted by a little tornado, i go back to shaving. i am about half done and the tornado sirens go off and the TV is making great noises about us being in a tornado warning and to flee to the basement like Joseph from Potifer's house. "oh well, they blow everything out of proportion", i thought and kept on shaving. not two minutes later a tremnedous bolt of lightning splits the sky and causes one of the loudest sounds i've ever heard; the lights respond by flickering. ok......maybe i should hurry; i am done shaving within a minute and a half. then my mom calls from work and in a tone that is quite out of sorts for my mom tells us we better get the frigg in the basement; so my brother and i go to the basement. to make a long story just slightly less longer, the whole thing blew over without any major physical or emotional harm to either myself or anyone i know. so, i got my tux and headed up to the church in Klinger for Ben and Julie's wedding rehersal. the rehersal was a typical wedding rehersal, not too exciting. however, i did meet some cool people, which happened to be all of Julie's siblings and her parents. i left the rehersal a little after 10, headed up to A.J.'s for a quick pint of Guiness, and then home to bed.

Saturday- frick, the big day, the day that would change Ben's life forever. Ben, Tim, and i left for the church from their apartment building at around 12.30 or so in the new SUV that Ben had rented for the special occasion. on the way up we saw that we had caught up with Troy and thought, "hey, Tim, you should moon him, that would be great fun for us and him." so, Tim proceeded to drop trow and hang his arse out the window while we drove up right next to Troy, all the while honking rediculously. Troy never even blinked, let alone looked over to get an eye full of Tim's hind parts. i don't understand how people can be so focused on driving that they don't even notice a large arse staring at you from the car next to you......oh well, us 3 got a kick out of it anyway. so, we are there at the church in Klinger, all dolled up, getting pictures taken, and it hits us......Ben is getting married in a few hours. this is the event that most everyone looks forward to all their life, the moment when they are joined with another human being and they live the rest of their lives together; wow......what a mystery. the wedding was awesome and quite reverent, Julie looked beautiful, the songs were really cool, Joy and i sang pretty well together, and before i knew it......it was over and time to drive them to the reception. i hate it when things of great meaning and value speed by, almost being missed. i saw the love they had for each other though, the way Julie looked into his eyes, the way both their voices broke a little when they exchanged their vows; i lov that stuff, its so real. so, we get to the reception and they have all of the wedding party come in a couple at a time (sort of Chicago Bulls style without the JockJams music). the food was ok, nothing outrageous, but good enough to enjoy. then the part of the show i had sort of forgotten about............the toast. crap, i didn't have anything prepared to say, i barely memorized the words to the song i sang. so, in true Josh Wilson fashion i shot from the hip and pretty much made evrything up as i went. it seemed to have worked, because they later thanked me for what i said; phew......that was close. the night went on and the dance started, which turned out to be quite fun (wedding dances are a delicate thing, it is a razor's edge difference between lame and crazy fun). i danced with various attenders of the wedding and members of the wedding party, breaking out my circa early 90's hip-hop dance moves (think Hammer's dance talent and Vanilla Ice's skin color....thats me at certain dances); i tore it up. the most memorable part of the dance was slow-dancing a couple of times with a certain person who is very important to me. it was one of those times that i wish i could have recorded and saved. i know that this person and myself are just good friends, and probably always will be, but for a moment i felt so close to this person, it felt natural, nearly intimate; there were no walls up, it was just the two of us in that whole place. i'm sure i sound like an idiot in trying to explain this experience, i mean, how do you put into concrete terms somthing so abstract. it was awesome.

Sunday and Monday- ok, i realize that this is a friggin marathon entry, but i am making up for lost entries here. early sunday morning i got up and drove over to Tim and Kate's apartment as we were leaving for Des Moines to share in Lynn's (Kate's sister) graduation from valley high. the ceremony itself was quite dull, almost painfully so. speaker after speaker after speaker spouting the same sunny, sugary, inspirational shite that i don't really like so much or think means a whole hell of a lot....sorry. so, the ceremony was done and Ross and i, along with kate's step-dad Mark, went and picked up all 30 or so feet of sub sandwhiches from Subway for Lynn's open house (ok.....30 feet might be a slight exageration). we got back to the party room where she was having her open house and helped set everything up. i was happy to be there and help support Lynn in her big day, she is quite a cool and fun girl. Lynn, if you read this.....congratulations. we left des Moines around 8 or so and got back to town around 10. needless to say, i was quite tired when i got back, so i went right to bed. monday was usual crap: get up early, go to work, mindlessly carry out my duties, but there was a little difference.....i was getting off early so i could attend a party with chance of winning a week long vacation to Orlando, FL. a month and a half before all these events took place, i was listening to my favorite classic rock station when i was prompted to try and be the 9th caller and thus qualify myself to be put in the running for a week long vacation to Orlando, FL. so, its here, my chance to win the trip and become the envy of everyone i knew. tayler and i get there, register, and find a table to sit at; there was excitement in the air......or was that the sccent of smoke and poor hygene. anyway, my name is called as one of the few (out of the 153 people in attendance) to try and roll dice to win the big trip; needless to say i was quite excited to be one of the final 8 contenders. so, its now between me and 7 other people.....the game was to roll two oversized, black dice, with the person with the lowest total being eliminated every rownd. first round i was third highest, phew...that was close; someone is eliminated. second round, i roll a strong 10, dogde the bullet again. this went on until it was me and only 3 other people, all trying their hardest to win this great prize. since i was the highest roller in the round before, i went last. the other three people rolled and then its my turn, i have to roll at least a 6 or higher to go on to the next round. i take those huge dice in my hands and hurl them like the experienced craps player i am not. oh man.......they roll, 10...no wait.....7......no wait.......i close my eyes and they roll to a hault.......my final roll: friggin 3. crap, i was so close i couldn't believe i came up so horribly short. oh well, some guy won it and he was really happy and blah blah blah; i suppose it was fun though. utterly defeated, Tayler and i left and got into my car and i took her home. after dropping her off, i went up to A.J.'s to drown my sorrows with a double burger and a frosty pint of Guiness. oh well, i suppose you can't win them all........heck, what am i saying, i haven't won any of them; what a jip.