Erica and I made it to the wedding of John Mazi on Friday night. John and his new bride Lisa had their wedding and reception on the Goodtime III which then included a trip up (and down) the Cuyahoga River -- which made us both sad -- and then out into Lake Erie -- which made us both happy.
The Cuyahoga River portion of the trip included three separate bare-assed "moonings" by some of Cleveland's finest dirtbag ne'er-do-wells. Only in Cleveland can you take a pleasure cruise on a boat and end up seeing the business-end of a blue-collar kid, let alone three separate incidents on the same river.
Anyway, for those who don't know, my friend John was a law clerk that I hired in 2004 and who became an associate attorney for our law firm.
I subsequently fired John in 2005.
Yes, you heard me correctly.
I fired the poor guy. It wasn't my call, but I did it.
The best part about John is that he still talks to me and we still get together despite the fact that he should hate everything I stand for. John is the epitome of a good guy.
Me? Not so much. I'm a d-bag, but you already knew that.
John's wedding was the first time I made it out on either Lake Erie "cruise" ship.
(My two loves: my pregnant wife, Erica, and the only city I would ever call home -- Cleveland, Ohio)
(Here she is again -- I happen to think she's the most beautiful woman in the world)
It was a nice evening. The event was quick (3 hours from dock to dock). Everyone enjoyed themselves. There was nudity. I drank my share of Bud Lights. I got to hear the calypso version of "Under the Rainbow" twenty times. There was a football floating in the Cuyahoga River (it's Cleveland!).
Life is good.
Check that, life is great.
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