DJ Clay In Da Hizouse:

Today Michaela is now Mrs Conner . . . and both her and Jeremy have been devirginified; such a happy day.

The wedding was great. Michaela was beautiferous in every way; as were her sisters and Jeremy's sister, who were all wearing peach dresses. Wedding colors were of course peach and plum (fantastic choices I say). Jeremy gracefully stumbled through his vows; which were very passionate and well written . . . it was this point I nearly cried. I thought the preacher was kind of annoying with his jokes and such; Michaela had wanted a more serious wedding, but I don't think she let it get too her. She just wanted to be married (I don't blame her! though I don't think things would have worked between me and Jeremy.)

Unfortunately, I think it is because of my ushering, I felt disconnected from the wedding and didn't get the full effect of it. I also lost my seat to a sister's boyfriend . . . which at first upset me quite alot, because these were two of my bestfriends getting married and I was sitting on the outskirts of everything, but I just let it go.

There was also some drama with the crazy aunt, but that I don't feel like going into.

The reception went well too. I was the DJ, oh yea. Which at first was a pain because Michaela's brother was all up in my grill tellin' me what to do and what not to, which songs to play, and asking why I wasn't playing "the good ones." Which led to my snapping. I needed food. But once I ate a Mc Chicken and got people on the dance floor things went much better. It was one hell of a time and all us young folk had alot of fun. Old people did their usual stand/sit/stare routine; disconcerting for some, but owell.

Michaela's dad wouldn't dance with her; I was sad. I think she really wanted too, but it was ok.

Toasting them was fun. Of course everyone likes a nice, golden brown piece of baked bread and it was had by all. Being the DJ I got to pick on people and call those who "didn' want to, but needed too" out for toastings. (This was the funnest part of DJ'ing . . . I think mostly because I like joking around and having all of the attention on me. I'm a performer at heart.) Angela and I took credit for their getting hitched: the story is thus. 3 am at the Village Inn, 3 or 4 pots of coffee, and trading secrets that weren't supposed to be traded . . . ie: Jeremy likes Michaela, Michaela likes Jerome.

But in the end it all worked out and they can begin to live happily ever-after: with fights and make-up sex.

Luv,
Clay