Liz's wedding was a masterpiece

Which it should have been, being the second time around! The first wedding had broken out in the middle of a hockey game.

Liz had a perfect day for it, which was amazing since the weather was crappy before, and right afterwards. She looked stunning in her cream (I know that isn't the correct name for that color) dress, which had a stripe of red going down the train. I thought it might have been a racing stripe...but she stuck around for the entire ceremony. Kyle was dapper in his tux, standing tall, but not quite at attention. My buddy, Rick had just gotten his Marv haircut that morning, and Cheryl was attractive in her mother-of-the-bride dress.

The coolest part of the wedding ceremony was when Liz and Kyle knelt down before the statue of Mary, to pray together. Just then, sunlight came streaming through the stained-glass window, to light them up. It couldn't have been choreographed better to look like God was blessing them.

I had picked up a head cold on Friday, and exacerbated it by drinking many beers that night, after the rehearsal dinner at Rick's house. The entire day, Saturday, I was plagued with a runny nose, headache, and worst of all, an incessant tickle in my chest that would send me into a burst of coughing. I was barely able to control it by concentrating on breathing slowly, and shallowly, but that made for very poor conversation.

I debated on skipping the reception, but in the end, I went. They served great food, and the reception was as nice as the ceremony itself. The highlight being, during the introductions, the groom preceded the bride, then began jumping up and wriggling his body, with his hands at his side. I was wondering what kind of weird fish dance he was supposed to be doing?! When I saw Liz come out, miming the use of a fishing rod, I realized that she was reeling him in. It was very funny.

I stayed in bed all day Sunday, and most of Monday, drinking prodigious amounts of OJ mixed with water, and sweating. I didn't feel too bad this morning, but took off anyway, because I didn't want to work in the rain, and have a relapse. My buddy suggested Nyquil, which I went to the store for, and it seemed to work. I took it at noon, slept from 1 to 5pm, and felt decent. I just took another dose, at 10pm, to last me through the night.