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Paul B
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Last night we went to a wedding of a friend's daughter on the south shore of Long Island, an hour away. New York weddings are normally large and very expensive and I'm glad I no longer have to pay for any of them. This one was average I think, as to cost, and probably cost about as much as my house. It was on the sea in an all glass very beautiful place, and much of it was outside.
The weather was perfect, and there were about 225 people there. The cocktail hour was largely raw oysters and clams with cooked shrimp. I'm sure there was a lot of other food, but if there are raw oysters and clams, there is no need to look further.
It wasn't a sit-down dinner but they had serving stations all over with Asian food, pasta station, prime beef station, seafood station, and a few others which I like much better than a sit-down dinner.
I got up to get some food for my wife and myself because she uses a walker and can't carry a plate. I first went to the prime beef station, and for some reason, next to the guy cutting the beef was a waffle station. When I say "next to" I mean inches away. With the waffles there was a large serving taurine of maple syrup and right up against it, like touching it was a taurine of gravy for the beef. Both were brown.
My friend, who was in front of me, said, do you and Dale want gravy? So I said Yes. He accidently picked up the maple syrup one and poured it all over our prime ribs. I didn't know until I tasted it. Not very good and it wasn't what my mouth was ready for.
Why they put those two things right next to each other is beyond me as they both looked the same especially with the band, strobe lights and all the "noise".
Speaking of noise. I really hate weddings now. In Vietnam I was attached to an artillery battery and all our 5 guns fired all day 24/7 which didn't help my ears. Then one day we were attacked by 400 regular NVA soldiers and they blew up, I forget how much but it was about 60 tons of artillery ammunition which was maybe 75 yards from me causing myself, and everyone else on the firebase to be knocked un-conscious for at least 15 minutes which left me with this infernal screaming in my ears. Many guys had their ear drums burst (unfortunately, it also caused quite a few deaths) "At the bottom of this post I will leave an excerpt of the book that they wrote about that night siting that explosion"
If you are squeamish, don't read it.
Anyway, since then, I can't take loud noise and it is very painful and it feels like someone is sticking ice picks in my ears. In those loud situations, for the last 10 or 15 years I wear customized ear plugs.
But even with the plugs it was way too loud and I had to spend a lot of time outside which was beautiful but still noisy as the place is all glass.
Weddings used to be real music and dancing, but now there is no more music or dancing. It is just loud banging with people who apparently don't know how to dance jumping up and down for no reason while they scream. No talent what so ever.
It must be easy to write the words to "music" now. It's like Boom, Boom, Bang, bang, boom, boon ga boom, and more boom.
Yes, I know, I am old. I grew up in the Disco generation where we knew how to dance. That also impressed the girls which was the main reason to go to a Disco.
Of course we didn't have smart phones, or even stupid phones because they were attached to a wall. We also had no computers so we had to actually talk to a girl with our mouths and try to make intelligible words so we didn't sound like a dyslectic Neanderthal.
We wanted to attract an intelligent girl and not one that used phrases like LOL, DUH, ROTFLMAO, etc. We didn't even have those terms then.
We also opened doors for girls and pulled their chair out. (not to let them fall on the floor)
I was actually a pretty good dancer, I still am.
From the book "Fire Support Base Illingworth" by Philip Keith:
I tried to only include the effects of the explosion but I can't delete the other parts, sorry. I only wanted to include the part I circled.
If it is too gory, maybe the MODS can delete it. But it is a true fact.
The weather was perfect, and there were about 225 people there. The cocktail hour was largely raw oysters and clams with cooked shrimp. I'm sure there was a lot of other food, but if there are raw oysters and clams, there is no need to look further.
It wasn't a sit-down dinner but they had serving stations all over with Asian food, pasta station, prime beef station, seafood station, and a few others which I like much better than a sit-down dinner.
I got up to get some food for my wife and myself because she uses a walker and can't carry a plate. I first went to the prime beef station, and for some reason, next to the guy cutting the beef was a waffle station. When I say "next to" I mean inches away. With the waffles there was a large serving taurine of maple syrup and right up against it, like touching it was a taurine of gravy for the beef. Both were brown.
My friend, who was in front of me, said, do you and Dale want gravy? So I said Yes. He accidently picked up the maple syrup one and poured it all over our prime ribs. I didn't know until I tasted it. Not very good and it wasn't what my mouth was ready for.
Why they put those two things right next to each other is beyond me as they both looked the same especially with the band, strobe lights and all the "noise".
Speaking of noise. I really hate weddings now. In Vietnam I was attached to an artillery battery and all our 5 guns fired all day 24/7 which didn't help my ears. Then one day we were attacked by 400 regular NVA soldiers and they blew up, I forget how much but it was about 60 tons of artillery ammunition which was maybe 75 yards from me causing myself, and everyone else on the firebase to be knocked un-conscious for at least 15 minutes which left me with this infernal screaming in my ears. Many guys had their ear drums burst (unfortunately, it also caused quite a few deaths) "At the bottom of this post I will leave an excerpt of the book that they wrote about that night siting that explosion"
If you are squeamish, don't read it.
Anyway, since then, I can't take loud noise and it is very painful and it feels like someone is sticking ice picks in my ears. In those loud situations, for the last 10 or 15 years I wear customized ear plugs.
But even with the plugs it was way too loud and I had to spend a lot of time outside which was beautiful but still noisy as the place is all glass.
Weddings used to be real music and dancing, but now there is no more music or dancing. It is just loud banging with people who apparently don't know how to dance jumping up and down for no reason while they scream. No talent what so ever.
It must be easy to write the words to "music" now. It's like Boom, Boom, Bang, bang, boom, boon ga boom, and more boom.
Yes, I know, I am old. I grew up in the Disco generation where we knew how to dance. That also impressed the girls which was the main reason to go to a Disco.
Of course we didn't have smart phones, or even stupid phones because they were attached to a wall. We also had no computers so we had to actually talk to a girl with our mouths and try to make intelligible words so we didn't sound like a dyslectic Neanderthal.We wanted to attract an intelligent girl and not one that used phrases like LOL, DUH, ROTFLMAO, etc. We didn't even have those terms then.
We also opened doors for girls and pulled their chair out. (not to let them fall on the floor)
I was actually a pretty good dancer, I still am.
From the book "Fire Support Base Illingworth" by Philip Keith:
I tried to only include the effects of the explosion but I can't delete the other parts, sorry. I only wanted to include the part I circled.
If it is too gory, maybe the MODS can delete it. But it is a true fact.