A night in Boucanville...wedding chaos and Tony's troubles
For all of you waiting patiently (or impatiently for part 5) I will be filling it in tomorrow. Since I decided to fill you in on yesterday and the latest and greatest (and not so greatest) news on Boucanville and the family. My every other day thing for posting part of my testimony isn't so much a lie, as it is that I am dealing with life at the same time.
So as you heard the other day, Bella and Caroline went dress shopping, which if you know anything about wedding dresses isn't just a mere dress but an investment for something you have to keep forever, much like the groom. Women can never find the ideal man, but they CAN find the ideal dress... in theory. So they were gone for a good while and didn't commit to anything in particular since they want to check a few options first.
I did my first informal powwow with the guys and I got 2 out of 4 to come out, Jose and Manny were a bit busy, and I said it was informal and it would be ok if they stayed behind. Karl and Tony were able to go out, though my two nieces were without a sitter so we took the two Jr. Bridesmaids with us. We decided to go to the Boucanville Bar and Grill. Which is really more of just a bar, and not much grill to it. (Most people don't go there for fine dining.) Then Karl's wife and little girl met with us there.
Tony doesn't drink, and if he does he has one glass of wine or beer once in a great while. Since he had his two kids he had a tumbler of 100 proof Diet Pepsi. Karl and I bought each other two beers and I had my Cape Cod (That is a Vodka and Cranberry...I was not driving after all.) Tony's eyes bulged when he saw me drink it down really fast without suffering any effects. Tony...Tony...I have come a long way since I was the 15 year old kid brother of your wife, and since I have had acquired knowledge of what my body could handle, besides I had to see how good the local fare was. The look he gave me was confusing, but it was like he realized I was an adult for the first time.
The girls all played with the jukebox together, with Elly watching over her little sister and her cousin. (Karl is my unofficially adopted brother, so his family is mine and vice versa.) The three guys with an occasional imput from Mrs. Karl decided on very few things. Mainly we just talked to each other, and caught up. The kids are growing up and getting older, and we hate to admit it but we are getting older too, and we are at the point where we just like to get together and share our lives and old stories over a bottle of beer...or er a can of Diet Pepsi.
I had not been in the Boucanville Bar and Grill since I was 9 years old and I shared a Cherry Coke and a Burger and fries with my dad. The place was a lot smaller and yet emptier than I remembered. The old baseball game had been removed and replaced with one of those stupid hunting games that every bar has now, along with bowling and a vintage pinball machine. The bartender was just a few years older than me, which was a change too. The burgers were great though, we all savored our 2 star bar food like it was a banquet of kings.
We left after 8:15 ,after some of the regulars started coming in and started lighting up cigs and drinking, because we had the kids with us and we had already eaten. I went over and payed the tab and one of the customers in my dad's store from 10 years ago was drinking a shot of something that looked strong and realized who I was. He said the Boucanville greeting.
"How is your dad?" Which means, I know which family you are from, even if I forgot your name.
"He's doing pretty good, how have you been?" Which is a rhetorical answer, followed by a rhetorical question. Since neither are particularly helpful or sincere. He mumbled an answer, as even if he has had a few drinks at this point he knows Boucanville etiquette.
"Janus is getting married in January," Tony told him. At this all the older guys and guys that looked about 30 years older than they were due to bad lighting and too much drink all craned their heads up and looked at me.
"I guess we will be seeing you here then more often," one of the older guys said with a chuckle.
....God I hope not. was all I could think. Then we paid our tabs, and we all walked out to the car on the quiet streets of downtown Boucanville (which is not really a downtown at all.)
When I got back to my parents house and waited for Caroline to bring Bella back and as the hours grew later I hoped that Caroline didn't take her on a shopping spree. After praying that Bella need not be led into temptation, and being very grateful that I only come to this town to visit friends and family, and very much appreciating that I only come here for a little bit at a time, I heard the ladies at the door.
That's when Bella and Caroline told me what was fashionable and which outfits to get, which irritated me a bit because while I could see that they were correct in what they were saying it would saved me a whole bunch of trouble if they just told us what we were getting, rather than have us look it over. Let's make me look as stupid and indecisive as I can, before the big day can we. I will agree though that bowties do make you look like a waiter, and we just didn't know it was called an Ascot that we were looking at. This thing must be genetically ingrained in certain women, because we call everything a tux or a tie. I really am indifferent to it all to be honest, but I don't like looking foolish, which is next to impossible if you are wearing a tux.
I found out that my brother in law Tony is having some dental work done at the bar, but only talking to my sister did I find out what it was. Tony is having a reconstruction done because of a childhood disease that ruined many of his teeth and caused bone erosion and infections. What he made sound like a minor tooth pulling, was actually torturious oral surgery. He didn't want to tell me because he wanted to be in my wedding, but my sister told me that he might not be in any shape for that. So today I called to make a compromise.
I will have a fifth groomsman, and Tony will be the fifth one if he is able at the date. Instead of being assigned to a bridesmaid to dance with, he can escort his oldest daughter (My Jr. Bridesmaid) down the aisle if he is up to it. If he isn't up to it, then he can be at home recovering or can watch from the pew. I figured that way Tony could play a part if he was up for it but that way if he was unable to that I wouldn't have chaos. I am praying for Tony to have a quick and as painless as possible recovery. Though I am not counting on it, after hearing the details from my sister. Poor Tony.
My sister and my mother are having a little feud right now, and I am hearing both sides of the story which make them both sound right but sounds like they are for two completely different events. Tony and my Dad are stuck in the middle of it, and trying not to get burned from the hellfire of scorning women. So I am praying that I at least get through the wedding with my family in peace, and I am looking forward to my life more and more with my bride to be...at least an hour away.
So as you heard the other day, Bella and Caroline went dress shopping, which if you know anything about wedding dresses isn't just a mere dress but an investment for something you have to keep forever, much like the groom. Women can never find the ideal man, but they CAN find the ideal dress... in theory. So they were gone for a good while and didn't commit to anything in particular since they want to check a few options first.
I did my first informal powwow with the guys and I got 2 out of 4 to come out, Jose and Manny were a bit busy, and I said it was informal and it would be ok if they stayed behind. Karl and Tony were able to go out, though my two nieces were without a sitter so we took the two Jr. Bridesmaids with us. We decided to go to the Boucanville Bar and Grill. Which is really more of just a bar, and not much grill to it. (Most people don't go there for fine dining.) Then Karl's wife and little girl met with us there.
Tony doesn't drink, and if he does he has one glass of wine or beer once in a great while. Since he had his two kids he had a tumbler of 100 proof Diet Pepsi. Karl and I bought each other two beers and I had my Cape Cod (That is a Vodka and Cranberry...I was not driving after all.) Tony's eyes bulged when he saw me drink it down really fast without suffering any effects. Tony...Tony...I have come a long way since I was the 15 year old kid brother of your wife, and since I have had acquired knowledge of what my body could handle, besides I had to see how good the local fare was. The look he gave me was confusing, but it was like he realized I was an adult for the first time.
The girls all played with the jukebox together, with Elly watching over her little sister and her cousin. (Karl is my unofficially adopted brother, so his family is mine and vice versa.) The three guys with an occasional imput from Mrs. Karl decided on very few things. Mainly we just talked to each other, and caught up. The kids are growing up and getting older, and we hate to admit it but we are getting older too, and we are at the point where we just like to get together and share our lives and old stories over a bottle of beer...or er a can of Diet Pepsi.
I had not been in the Boucanville Bar and Grill since I was 9 years old and I shared a Cherry Coke and a Burger and fries with my dad. The place was a lot smaller and yet emptier than I remembered. The old baseball game had been removed and replaced with one of those stupid hunting games that every bar has now, along with bowling and a vintage pinball machine. The bartender was just a few years older than me, which was a change too. The burgers were great though, we all savored our 2 star bar food like it was a banquet of kings.
We left after 8:15 ,after some of the regulars started coming in and started lighting up cigs and drinking, because we had the kids with us and we had already eaten. I went over and payed the tab and one of the customers in my dad's store from 10 years ago was drinking a shot of something that looked strong and realized who I was. He said the Boucanville greeting.
"How is your dad?" Which means, I know which family you are from, even if I forgot your name.
"He's doing pretty good, how have you been?" Which is a rhetorical answer, followed by a rhetorical question. Since neither are particularly helpful or sincere. He mumbled an answer, as even if he has had a few drinks at this point he knows Boucanville etiquette.
"Janus is getting married in January," Tony told him. At this all the older guys and guys that looked about 30 years older than they were due to bad lighting and too much drink all craned their heads up and looked at me.
"I guess we will be seeing you here then more often," one of the older guys said with a chuckle.
....God I hope not. was all I could think. Then we paid our tabs, and we all walked out to the car on the quiet streets of downtown Boucanville (which is not really a downtown at all.)
When I got back to my parents house and waited for Caroline to bring Bella back and as the hours grew later I hoped that Caroline didn't take her on a shopping spree. After praying that Bella need not be led into temptation, and being very grateful that I only come to this town to visit friends and family, and very much appreciating that I only come here for a little bit at a time, I heard the ladies at the door.
That's when Bella and Caroline told me what was fashionable and which outfits to get, which irritated me a bit because while I could see that they were correct in what they were saying it would saved me a whole bunch of trouble if they just told us what we were getting, rather than have us look it over. Let's make me look as stupid and indecisive as I can, before the big day can we. I will agree though that bowties do make you look like a waiter, and we just didn't know it was called an Ascot that we were looking at. This thing must be genetically ingrained in certain women, because we call everything a tux or a tie. I really am indifferent to it all to be honest, but I don't like looking foolish, which is next to impossible if you are wearing a tux.
I found out that my brother in law Tony is having some dental work done at the bar, but only talking to my sister did I find out what it was. Tony is having a reconstruction done because of a childhood disease that ruined many of his teeth and caused bone erosion and infections. What he made sound like a minor tooth pulling, was actually torturious oral surgery. He didn't want to tell me because he wanted to be in my wedding, but my sister told me that he might not be in any shape for that. So today I called to make a compromise.
I will have a fifth groomsman, and Tony will be the fifth one if he is able at the date. Instead of being assigned to a bridesmaid to dance with, he can escort his oldest daughter (My Jr. Bridesmaid) down the aisle if he is up to it. If he isn't up to it, then he can be at home recovering or can watch from the pew. I figured that way Tony could play a part if he was up for it but that way if he was unable to that I wouldn't have chaos. I am praying for Tony to have a quick and as painless as possible recovery. Though I am not counting on it, after hearing the details from my sister. Poor Tony.
My sister and my mother are having a little feud right now, and I am hearing both sides of the story which make them both sound right but sounds like they are for two completely different events. Tony and my Dad are stuck in the middle of it, and trying not to get burned from the hellfire of scorning women. So I am praying that I at least get through the wedding with my family in peace, and I am looking forward to my life more and more with my bride to be...at least an hour away.
posted by Janus Torrell at 11:14 AM
6 Comments:
Boucanville sounds almost as wild as Hoohooville. Tony is having dental work done at the bar? And who drank the most, him or the dentist? Or was there a brawl going on?
Or did you mean a lawyer? Good grief, them guys will get all of Tony's teeth.
Boucanville is a wild and happening place, if you are completely intoxicated maybe. Sounds like we live near the same town eh?
We don't do dental work at the bar, except maybe if they knock a tooth out during a brawl (but we went there on Wednesday to avoid any such thing)
The only doctor we have in Boucanville is a vet, and he just sticks a rawhide bone into your mouth before giving you a rabies shot. We are close enough to a city I guess so we don't have the drunken town doctor like in a bad Western.
On a bright side, no lawyers either other than some guy named Harold that does wills and farm rental contracts.
I could really do with a dentist. A lawyer not so much. Do you know what lawyers aren't attacked by sharks? Professional courtesy. Sorry a lawyer told me that one
Emma
Poor Tony. I hope he is well enough to be at your wedding.
Frodo
Tis ok Emma, plus the sharks know that if they bite a lawyer they better make they finish one off no matter how bad the taste is.
I hope he is well enough too, though we always have a backup plan
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