My wedding day was a blur. I woke up and played basketball with my friends, then played video games, then showered, then put on my tux, then got married, then danced with my wife, and my mother, and some other friends of mine, then drank (alot), then danced some more, then thanked everyone, then snuck off to shoot some pool with a friend of mine I hadn't seen in years, (they had a pool lobby in the hotel we were at) then drank some more and after an hour or so showed back up at the reception hall, then gave a speech and kissed everyone goodbye, and then I lost my keys which sucked because I had to search everywhere for them whilst my bride went to the suite with her sister and another friend, then I found my keys in the limo and picked up some champagne because the hotel screwed up royally, then I changed off and we talked about how we can't believe we just got married (blah, blah, blah) and then we fell asleep within like, 15 minutes. Then we both woke up at about 3:00am and drank, and talked, and did it like, 3 times, then watched a movie until we had to catch our plane.
It was okay, I guess. Wasn't a Laker Finals game, or anything, but ya know. Oh, and we fed each other strawberries which was pretty stupid because I hate them and she's allergic.