Alternate Title: A Photo Essay in Functional Alcoholism
Alternate Title 2: We Were Overserved, Yo
This last weekend was spent celebrating the marriage of my former college roommate, Becky, to Dave Hopkins. Rebecca (as she is now known) and Dave were married at San Francisco’s City Hall last December and wanted to celebrate their new family with a fun, laid-back, rockin’ good party. They delivered. The Team Hopkins Extravaganza also provided our group of friends with the annual “Someone-is-Getting-Married-We-Get-to-Party” event. We pretend we are 21 again, our livers hurt and then we all go home to our real lives as functional alcoholics adults.
I have no regrets from the weekend, other than a sad absence of photos of the BRIDE AND GROOM. Also, no group UPS shot that we can submit to the alumni magazine. Oh well. The memories live on in our hearts, right? Sure.
Friday night the happy couple opened up their darling home for some mingling, snacks and drinks. Many, many drinks. Boy Chris, his amazingly patient and delightful wife Katie, and I were the first at the Hopkins residence and the last to leave. Somewhere in there we each drank our body weight in wine. At one point I opened a beer, took two sips, and then…forgot about it? Was dragged out of the house because we had overstayed our loud, drunken welcome? All of the above, likely.
The drive home seemed like a good moment to capture some precious memories, so I whipped out the camera. Behold the fruits of my artistic genius.
Boy trying to hit me with his shoe, Conte-style
Meeting Baby Natalie, who is so cute and sweet it makes my uterus ache
Katie informing us of the warning signs of liver failure, many of which sound like me on any given day
Oh, yeah, celebrating the formation of a NEW FAMILY! Congratulations Rebecca, Dave and Sam!