After going to bed at 3:50am (and dealing with Ravi's puke), and then waking up at 9am, we weren't feeling too great. Especially knowing that we were going to be moving heavy furniture all day.
The Orlando Chapter of the Group. And our spiff-o rent-a-car.
This has to be my second favorite picture from the trip. You'll see the other one later.
There's Matt's and Stacy's house.
Funny, even though he lost all that weight, Ravi still seems to sweat just as much as ever.
Here is their screened in pool. (it's the thing to do down there, since the bugs are so bad. Well why the hell doesn't anyone do that up HERE? (Note that there is not one, not two, but THREE hoses filling up the pool. Since the neighbor's houses weren't finished yet, they decided to "borrow" some water...)
Here's the kitchen. Lots of room for Matt to blow himself up. (Mr. Wurl *swears* that he taught Matt how to cook... I'm still afraid.)
Here is the biggest damn walk-in closet I've ever seen. I walked in on Stacy trying to figure out which side was smaller, so that she could "give" that side to Matt.
EVERY guy who has seen this picture has instantly said, "Man, there's going to be a lot of sex in that shower." Nuff said.
Matt on the can. His expression is priceless.
"Matt, wave to everyone stuck in shitty weather!"
Here's when I told Staci that I had to take like a billion pictures of her so that everyone would have a good idea of what she looked like. Of course, I picked the best time to do so, right after we had all been moving furniture for hours.
Aww, ain't they cute.
Yes, they even dress alike.
Hmm... Matt's father-in-law is helping Matt build the bed that he and Stacy will sleep on the next night, after the wedding. Something just bugs me, here.
Here is Matt's brother, Chris, and his fiance, B.
The bed was a LOT easier to take apart than to put back together.
How many people does it take to put a bed together? Apparently, six.
The Moving Crew.
The only thing scarier than when Matt drove the Jeep around St. Louis: Matt in a large, diesel truck.
At dinner that night (after a much needed shower for everyone) we put Ravi in the corner and forced him to eat food.
The Last, Unwed Supper.