In addition to plopping tears all over the place, eating cookies, and having my dancing skills mocked, there was also lots of group picture-taking and haunted basement exploring! Chris stepped away from her own celebrations to PERSONALLY escort Chooch and me down into the basement. Oh yeah, that’s us, being escorted to a place by the BRIDE.
“They literally don’t care what you do around here,” she said, nodding toward the front desk. We poked around a little but come on—it’s me and Chooch. We came back later with Lauren, Tony, Nate and some dude. Nate and some dude were too scared to venture very far, but the rest of us kept exploring further into the depths of the George Washington Hotel and it was AWESOME.
There was a sunken event room down there and I was obsessed with it. It had a medieval vibe.
But parts of the basement definitely should have been cordoned off from the public, like this FLOODED STORAGE ROOM, WHAT:
Chooch: I’m over here with Lauren. I’m fine! I don’t have a crush on her now or anything!
Serial killer work bench.
Honestly, I was half-afraid that we were going to become reluctant witnesses to a murder down there.
The bartender took this of us when we were waiting for Chooch to retrieve Lauren and Tony for a Table 15 photo. April and I both agree that we have no recollection what we were doing in this shot, other than obviously performing the Waiting for Chooch to Retrieve Lauren and Tony jig.
And then she took this wonderfully blurry group shot of us, but that’s OK. IT’S STILL A CUTE PICTURE.
Fun fact: two days before the wedding, I said to Henry, “So…are you cutting your hair for the wedding or….?”
Henry, without looking up from his phone (honestly, nothing he looks at on his phone is interesting!) said, “I don’t know…why?”
“Oh no reason, I just don’t want to look like I brought Billy Bob with me as my date,” I answered with passive-aggressive cheer.
Meanwhile, Henry dozed off at the table while we were excavating George Washington’s bowels. Chris took this from her cousins’s phone and I am forever grateful!
(“I WASN’T SLEEPING!” Henry whined.)
Sometime around 11, the DJ announced that the reception was ending but that the party was going to move to the hotel bar. We couldn’t stay (THANKS CHOOCH) so we went over to say our goodbyes, which is when Chooch accidentally pulled Monica to the ground, which in some customs is considered GOOD LUCK for the marriage.
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