I know you're supposed to say your wedding day, etc. but these days were just too hectic for me. There were some fantastic highs, but some annoyances too. I was glad to have our two weddings over and done with.
I love my wife immensely, but we don't have great luck when travelling together. Every single trip together has had multiple problems crop up that soured the trip for us in some or many small or large ways. So for this reason, my favorite day ever doesn't involve my wife. Sorry, honey!
One of my last summers before I moved abroad, me and my friends all went to a small local festival called Crab Fest. It's as greasy as it sounds. I got permission from my boss to set up some tents on the grounds of the train museum I was working at at the time, and me and most of my friends at the time spent the weekend at the museum drinking, going to the beach for a swim, and moseying down to Crab Fest to do the double-fisted Crab Fest shuffle.
The first night it poured raining, but we all went down anyway with rain ponchos on, and we all got together in a huge group in the middle of the outdoor dance area and absolutely tore that dance floor up. We got completely soaked; most people had to spend the night in their cars. The next morning we decided to get breakfast at a small local diner, but we were still so drenched that we didn't really have any clothes. So, we took what was available. I wore an apron I found in my car as a shirt, my friend wore a towel as pants, and my other friend wore huge rubber boots, a swimsuit with an astronaut on it, and, I guess to complete the look, a sort of cowboy hat. The people running the diner got the biggest kick out of it -- that's the type of people that lived in that small town: no apprehensions, no judgment, just a joie de vivre.
The next night my friend held a fake wedding for me and my guy friend in one of the passenger cars inside the museum using a southern preacher persona -- I think just because the seats and flooring of the train kind of made it look like a small chapel, and he found a lectern inside. It was such a laugh. And I'm realizing just now that a wedding *does* make it into my "best day ever", but certainly not the type of wedding you'd expect. Yikes. Don't tell my bride.
It was the best weekend of my life, and it was just down the road from where I grew up. It was our last and greatest bit of childish fun before we grew up, got real jobs, moved away, and slowly, slowly all drifted apart. It was our "Stand By Me".
