The Maine Trip

This weekend was the first weekend of SUMMER VACATION!!!

As it turned out, I was done with school, but Claire wasn't, and my parents had managed to set up an appointment at some random school in Maine for Claire to take her SATs. So as we drove to the lodge where we were staying, Claire was adamant that we get there early so that she could go to sleep and get up early tomorrow for her test. We got Chipotle burritos on the way there for dinner, which I had never had before. It was pretty good.
We got to the lodge, got set up in our cottage, and almost immediately went to bed.

The next day, we went over to where the wedding would be, where most of the family was staying, on a lake called Sebago Lake. We walked around, and I went on a boat ride with my Uncle Rome. 

When we got back to shore, they started something called the "Wedding Olympics." I have no idea what happened in them, because I just spent that time playing Minecraft on my iPod.

At one point, we went back home, but only to get dressed up fancy for the wedding. 
In the ceremony, they had the bride arrive by boat, and they had Andy's dog, Murphy, as the ringbearer. The dog was even wearing a bowtie. That was pretty cool.

After that was cocktail hour, during which I ordered at least four Shirley Temples. I had some conversation with some of my cousins, and then the reception started, and they had a receiving line, which is where the bride and groom hug everyone as they enter the dining hall.

They had a lot of stuff for dinner, and naturally I filled my plate. My sister keeps telling me that my metabolism is going to catch up with me one day, and I'll develop a serious potbelly. But considering how skeletal I am, I'm not really worried.

Instead of cake, they had what seemed like hundreds of whoopee pies. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's like cake buns with icing in between. If you haven't had one, you should.

Then came the real party. The music started, everyone started dancing, and a rather inebriated bridesmaid pulled me onto the dance floor. Now, I've seen parties before, but this was INSANE. At one point, a guy drank various liquor out of his cowboy boot. 

I was doing my usual dancing, which is to say I was dancing really badly, just making it up as I went along. But people seemed to like it, and Vivica, my cousin Alex's girlfriend, kept cheering me on.

At one point, I somehow got to the front of the party, and a few people started clapping for me. Then Andy joined in, and before I knew it, I was surrounded by a circle of people cheering me on.
I was the life of the party.
Having lots of fun, I danced furiously, and people kept cheering me on. I felt great. And then when  "Shut Up and Dance" came on, I was tightly surrounded by a crowd of bridesmaids, which, I'll admit, was pretty nice.

It continued on that way for most of the rest of the night, and I had great fun all the way through. When the party was over, Andy came over, gave me a bear hug, and said, "That was effin' awesome, dude!" I was thoroughly pooped, and satisfied with how the night had turned out. If this wasn't the best night of my life, it's definitely in the top tens. I can't remember a time when I've been more social.

Good luck Andy & Nicole!