...strip the ink-soaked dress off of Theresa (without messing up the natural ink-splatters on the dress), hang the dress up on the hanger, then carry Theresa backstage. The goal was to do this as quickly as possible minimizing the amount of the time from the lights going out, to them coming back up to reveal only the paint-spattered paper, and hanging dress and an empty chair.
Anyone who knows me know that I do my best work under pressure. I finished my best man speech exactly ninety minutes before the ceremony started. (Hey, that's early for me!)
We said "Fuck it" and went back to sleep until we were too hungry to stay in bed any longer. A little after noon, we got up and grabbed a quick bite to eat at Hippies.
The hotel is brand new and filled will all sorts of crazy modern furniture like this chair made out of braided rope that'd been sprayed with some sort of epoxy. It looked awesome...
