Monday, June 1, 2009

Play it safe. Go with the Speedo.

I actually uttered the words "Play it safe. Go with the Speedo," to a family member this weekend. At a wedding celebration, even.

But we'll get back to that later.
I usually save my Weekend Update for my other blog, but this time I feel a great need to share with you how awesome my family is.
We went to my hometown of Twin Falls, Idaho, this weekend for my cousin Steven's wedding.
He's one of my favorite people, so I was pretty excited for him. And for his new frau.


They're cute, huh?
I would love to tell you that the wedding was beautiful and wonderful. I'm sure it was. I didn't actually get to be there for that part because I lost my ticket to the venue. Oh well. I was there for all the other celebrations.
I have to say it was one of the most fun wedding celebrations I have been to. They had a nice reception Friday night with lots of yummy Chinese food (and we were the recipients of lots of leftovers).
Then they were married Saturday afternoon and we all gathered for a pasta dinner at Tomatoes in Twin Falls. Delicious! I sat with my parents across the table from friends of the bride's family. After about 10 minutes I raised my hand up near my face for some reason, and the woman I was sitting across from said, after seeing my wedding ring, "Oh! You're married! I thought you were a teenager."
She said it was because I looked "so young," but I've never heard that, so I didn't believe her. I am very paranoid that for some reason our conversation led her to believe I was much less mature than my 27-year-old self.
But here's the good part.
Apparently two of my cousins made a bet. I don't know when the bet was made or any other details, but it was decided that if Steven (the groom) ever got married (I don't know why he wouldn't... he's a pretty great guy... a little shy, though), that my cousin Ryan would have to run down the street in his undies.


I first heard about the bet at Tomatoes, from Ryan's wife. I told her that I hoped he didn't get arrested. She hoped not, too. She said they were debating between tighty whities or a Speedo. I told her to play it safe, in the eyes of the law (as if I know the law) and go with the Speedo.
So at 10:15 that night, the whole family gathered at Ryan's parents' house to witness the settlement of the wager.
Ryan showed up ready to run in his white boxer briefs, white socks and sneakers, and a white headband. His extended family and his old neighbors lined the street to watch him jog behind a truck, as those in the truck shined a spotlight and took a nice video, for posterity.
I don't know if my family will ever be able to live up to the precedent that was set at this wedding.
Tell me, did anyone run down the street in their skivvies for your wedding?
Me neither.

7 comments:

Kristina P. said...

No pictures?? Too funny.

Rachel Sue said...

That just made me laugh. out. loud.

Cheri said...

It's a mark as to how in with the Browns I am, that not one thing in that post surprised me in the least; though very entertaining.
I am so excited for Steve! I was pumped to here he was getting married. I agree he's shy, but seriously I knew he'd be married as soon as he found the right girl.
PS I hope Grandma Brown is doing okay, I've been waiting for a call to hear how things went.

Debbie said...

I'm just impressed Ryan went through with it. Leave it to a guy to a) make the bet and b) be willing to follow through. I love that the family supported this great underwear moment.

Diana said...

This story is just as funny in print. I might just read it again. :)

Anne Marie said...

That is absolutely hilarious!!!!

Dixie & Markus said...

Ha! I can see it all so clearly! Love the Brown's! Congrats to Steve!