okc – c you real soon!

no, actually we won’t…

…and that’s more than okay.

not that we didn’t have a great time – i’ve always been told a road trip is a good litmus test for a couple’s chemistry. you’re alone, in the car, and you can either chat or not. i had figured on “not” because the ufc had warned me that if she’s in the car for more than forty-five minutes and NOT driving she’s knocked out…

…but she stayed awake the whole six hours. EACH way. i’d say that was a good sign.

rolled up, checked in, relaxed a bit before the nuptials, and headed to the church ALMOST on time (close enough in my book) where we discovered that weddings in oklafuckinhoma apparently have a six inch heel requirement. fucking seriously? i couldn’t decided if we should be tipping the bridal party as they walked by.

classy.

then it was off to the reception at bushwood…you know from caddyshack? okay, so it wasn’t really at the same hallowed ground once enjoyed by chevy chase, rodney dangerfield, ted knight, and the phenomenal bill murray (did you know his roll wasn’t even supposed to have LINES?).

but check this out:

bill murray, doing the famous “cinderalla story” monologue in caddyshack:

and where me and the ufc went for the reception:

tell me that’s not the same place!

then it was back to the hotel and on the road the next morning. all-in-all brief, but very enjoyable, magical fucking company, and a chevy hhr is pretty comfy on the long haul – although next time i think we’re pulling over more often to cut down on the ass-numbness factor!