This weekend we headed back to Yakima for Clem and Erin’s wedding. Clem has been a friend since middle school, and Erin is a wonderful woman who seems unfazed by his shenanigans.
The night before the wedding, we went out in search of karaoke (I’m not sure why…), but didn’t find it at our first stop: the flight deck. I was unaware that airport bars still existed (especially at non-airports like Yakima’s), but it seems to be one of the places to be in Yakima.
There was no singing, so we headed across town to Las Margaritas. Our entry in to the Cantina lowered the average age to 45. And there were 12 of us, all under 25. Despite a few, um, missed notes, it was a lot of fun, and the rather large group all seemed enjoy most of the same music. Clem got a call around midnight letting him know that the person doing the music for his wedding the next day was backing out. Luckily, replacements were found.
The wedding was a lot of fun, and even the late afternoon rain didn’t spoil the mood. It was surprising to see a number of people for the first time since high school. A friend of the wedding party commented to me that the people there from our high school seemed to be generally more relaxed, genuine, and cooler. I think he was probably right, but he also saw us at karaoke.
Clem and Erin are now enjoying themselves (I hope) in Maui. Congrats, and best wishes.
All I have to say is that you two should have stuck around for the party. It got really really wild. Took over a hick bar, danced with their wives and then got kicked out, only to continue at all the hottubs that seemed to be around.