Here is a thing that happened at our wedding shower in Watertown:
How awesome is that?
The shower was organized by Max, one of Matt’s parent’s friends from Sioux Falls. I knew a few of the attendees (Matt’s obviously known them most of his life), and Missy and Joe got to meet about 25 new people. We had food and drinks, played a really funny game involving cocktail recipes, did a lot of dancing, and there were many gifts.
(The theme for the shower was “stock the bar”, so we did WELL.)
After the shower wrapped up, we headed out on the town. It was critically important that Missy and Joe get to witness the Harbor Bar, since we talk about it all the time. The last time we’d visited, which was after the smoking ban went into effect, it was completely dead. I was worried that it would be the same way this time, but there was nothing to fear: they got to witness Rico Suave and his two ladies dancing, and a couple practically getting it on at a table. Right in the middle of all of that, we saw Matt’s parents and a bunch of their friends walk in. Missy tried to teach Greg how to Get Low. The ladies on the dance floor fell down. It was perfect.
We ended the evening at Duffy’s. Missy and Joe took a cab back to the hotel, and Matt and I walked back after 1am, which meant we got to see the very beginning of the disaster that occurs behind the Harbor (a girl refusing to stand up, with some really drunk bouncers trying to help her). Awesome.
Over the course of the rest of the weekend, we got the chance to show Missy and Joe around our other favorite parts of Watertown: Shopko, The Prop, Pizza Ranch, and the Zoom-Zoom Room. We also played disc golf, which Matt and I had been wanting to try for a while. I’m terrible at it, but that won’t stop me from playing.
This week has been very quiet so far, which gave me a chance to get many thank you cards in the mail. We’ve done some grilling, and I’ve been to the doctor to have my left arm partially disabled by a tetanus shot. But I won’t be getting diphtheria anytime soon, and that’s what matters, right?