First off, I went to the liquor store to collect some beverages on the night of the rehearsal dinner. As I accumulated the requests (i.e. Skyy Vodka, Cocoa-Cola, and Coors Light) I crossed 16 oz. cans of Busch Light. If you know me, I am a huge fan of the 16 oz. cans (see last weekends post). There remained something different about these cans though. Upon further inspection of the can, this was no normal Busch Light - it was a "TEXAS" Busch Light. Yes, the cans say "TEXAS" on them just in case you were confused about your whereabouts. You can see the red writing above the Busch on the can and the picture of Texas after the Light of the can:
Later that night the pure TEXAS Busch Lights were drank as many fellow Grinnellians flew in to San Antonio and checked into the hotel. Luckily, the open layout of the Presidential Suite allowed us to play many enjoyable games such as caps and poker. As many of our friends were heading to bed, a crew of us felt it necessary to experience the culture of the city. So, at 3 AM we decided to get into a cab and head towards one of those 24-hour clubs (think about it). On the way we asked our cab driver, Anthony, a simple question: Where can we get alcohol at 3 AM? He knew the answer. After a quick call to his buddy and some negotiations (we offered $20), we ended up on a dark block of manufactured homes in San Antonio. $25 bucks later we had a half full bottle of cheap tequila. Black market, previously opened, generic, cheap, 2-foot high gold trimmed bottle of tequila. Anthony waited to turn on his meter until we left his friend's house. Nice guy. We traded pulls from the bottle (terrible decisions) until we entered the club.
After our rendezvous at the club, Anthony picked us up. He had stored the tequila in the back panel of the cab van (yes, this is true). After a quick story about his van being searched by the local police (I was skeptical at his story) and 5-minute wait for Ken (groomsman) to get a phone number we were headed back to the hotel, bottle in hand. We strolled into the Crowne Plaza Hotel at 5:15 AM with our bottle and an Obama CD with a 5:24 song on it. However, our dignity was gone and either left on that dark block or somewhere in the back of Anthony's van.
The wedding went well the next night. I was thankful for a long day of rest, as my roommates know well. The ceremony was in a beautiful church in downtown San Antonio and the reception was definitely one of a kind. Trey Raney had the servers wrapped around his fingers as they were making custom quesadillas for him all night (just chicken w/ BBQ sauce). Along with a great cover band, which rocked their second and final set, other highlights included mashed potatoes in martini glasses, "going 100 m.p.h.," and new dance moves. After the reception, many Grinnellians sported Christmas sweaters out on the town to celebrate and continue the streak of the sweater party, as many people would not find it suitable in their schedules to travel back-to-back months to continue the December function.
I wish Dell and Chris a lifetime of happiness. Thanks to all for some of the most ridiculous times I have had in awhile.
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