A black tie affair (and getting old)

Black tie weddings are very nice. They cost a lot of money to put on, but damn they are nice.
We stayed at the Vintage Park Hotel in Seattle (very nice, all the rooms were named after wineries, and the couple had thank you baskets with wine and cheese and chocolate, etc. waiting for us in our rooms).

We took limos to the wedding and then to the reception at the Columbia Tower Club. This was on the 75th and 76th floor of the tallest building in Seattle.

I could actually see the Seahawks preseason game we were up so high.
Crazy-nice place. And we got dressed up, drank, ate, and danced (kinda) the night away.

Quote from Nate:

"Damn getting old sucks. I'm seriously dragging ass today and I only had 4 or 5 pints. What the fuck? Oh and I just realized I'm exactly 6 months away from 30. Awesome. So I have that going for me."

That made me remember that we are really getting old. When offered a free shot last night, I asked for Jager instead of Tequila so I wouldn't be hurting as much today after the 7 or 8 beers I had smoozing with clients at a few different places.

We actually had the waitress bring a couple of shots of water instead of tequila for two girls who had to drive so that the drunk guy buying would think that the others were drinking with him. You know what sucks? When the waitress gives one of the water shots to the drunk guy. Luckily I am so smooth I convinced him that it was tequilia and he just didn't taste it. And then I got him to take the girl's shot who got the tequilia, and then smell his own glass. "See, I told yours smells like tequilia too." Man I am good...Old, but good.