I’m not sure which one wins, this wedding or the one Bear_Nenno went to. 
So, OK, your wedding day wasn’t exactly… um…uneventful, but at least it was memorable.
Please, please go on, and tell us about the steakhouse. And then could you fill in on the whole backstory, not leaving anything out?
Oh My God!
Yeah, tell us what happened at the steakhouse.
Poor Stuffy, is married life any easier than your wedding?
you should make a screenplay out of this…you’re a terrific writer. 
I’m pretty sure that our esteemed storyteller was referring to saline funbags, sweetie.
Okay, so today’s lesson is…
Never ever ever listen to any suggestions coming from Stuffy’s mom’s mouth.
Congratulations, and I hope you live far away from that bunch.
Stuffy, all this time I had no idea you led such a, um, colorful life. You could turn this thing into a screenplay pretty easily but it would be critiqued as “unrealistic”. Would make a nice episode of Reno 911, though.
While we wait, shall we work on casting the movie?
zephyrine Which back story do you want?
ShibbOleth You don’t know the half of it, I’ve written so many stories to post here, only to chang my mind about posting them for fears of someone calling them bullshit.
Okay I decided it would be unfair to leave out the Steakhouse part. It wasn’t so much insane as it was unreal. Our limo driver owns his limo and merely contracts out to the Chapel. He witnessed the police action in front of the Chapel and was determined that we have a good time on our wedding day. Before dropping us at the hotel he gave us a card promising to deliver us to the best place to get Prime Rib. We said we call around 7. Nay and I retired to the Honeymoon suite where we attempted to laugh off the previous events. That didn’t work, but a little loving did the trick.
We called up the Limo driver and he picked up G, B, Sis, Nay and myself. J and his wife decided to go back to the casino and have dinner later, which was cool. We decided t grab some souvenirs before heading out to eat, we also wanted to take some pics of us in our finery. We had a video of the ceremony itself, but very few of the wedding party for obvious reasons. So the driver got out with us and we walked around with him taking pictures and having a really good time.
The oddest this was this. G and I were still in suits, and it seemed every time the women and we were separated some woman would come up and ask, “Oh did you guys just get married? “Uhm, no I did, we’re just friends”; It got to be a kind of running joke. Anyhow; off to the steakhouse.
We had expected the driver to go to one of the casinos that had a special running or something. The driver was insistent that while ok, the best places was for Prime Rib were elsewhere and with that we traveled somewhere into the hills. When we got to our destination I have to admit it was a breath taking view. All Canyons and valleys, we took a bunch of pictures. We couldn’t even see Reno proper, maybe some passing doper can identify the area because that’s the only time I went, and I no longer remember the name of the restaurant.
What became clear immediately upon entering though was that we were the only black people around for at least 20 miles. We entered and the place was kind of country western looking with a lot of wood and trim. We had a wait for a table, so G, B and I went outside for a smoke, the limo driver was gone saying he’d be back in 90 minutes. The ladies sat at the bar, on of two, the other was full, for a drink. When we got back in they still hadn’t been served. So we order as well and were all just standing there waiting.
Ten minutes pass, no drinks. I go to the Greeter and ask about our drinks, and she goes to check. She comes back apologizes and says a couple of minutes Ten minutes later still no drinks. I again go to the greeter. This time a bartender comes over and opens the bar we were at and serves us. The guy seems really uncomfortable, but finally opens up and mentions that not too many black people come “up here”.
We’re shown to our table, and boy was he right, there wasn’t another black face in the joint. There were a couple of Latino bus boys. There were began our wait, again. No one came up and identified themselves as our server. Nobody even brought water. Now we’re definitely getting the drift. G is angry and wants to make a scene, I’ve had enough scenes and call the limo driver. We get up and leave, the Greeter asks if everything is ok and I say “I wouldn’t know, we sure as hell don’t feel welcome.” We go out to wait for the limo. To her credit, the greeter returns with the manager in tow, who apologized for his staff, he even had a bartender bring us out drinks on the house; we had refused to return t our table.
The limo driver was also embarrassed, but we didn’t hold it against him. We had him drop us at The Nugget in Sparks. There we ate and had a good time. My sis hit a big jackpot on the dollar slots.
We’ve had our moments, but we’re happily looking forward to our 4th Anniversary.
ivylass Nay and I still live in Oakland. P was arrrested for stealing a car about a month after the wedding he just got out about 6 weeks ago, I give him another month or so. B got marreid and moved to NY, then moved back, we stayed with him a week after the fire. My sis married and moved to the Valley. J lives nearby we’re pretty close, he and his wife are talking divorce, I see him more than the others. L lives across the Bay, I haven’t seen him since my wedding day until a few weeks ago.
Oh I forgot to mention, no I haven’t been to another wedding since mine.
Why ever not? 
I’m glad that the wedding seems to have been something other than capsule version of your married life, and thank you for sharing the story, Stuffy.
I see a sitcom here: P & the Whore
For casting I’m torn between one of the lesser Baldwins or Wayans brothers. The woman would be Sandra Bernhardt or Roseanne.
So ok,
The wife insisted on inviting your brothers, but were there any other guests in attendence?
Thanks for entertaining us, Stuffy. I was wondering, did your wife ever acknowledge that you were right and she should have gone along with your wishes in the beginning? Or did she conveniently forget that she manipulated you into that fiasco?
Stuffy, I think you just outdid Bear_Napples’, er, Nenno’s wedding story. BTW, next time you head up to Reno, I highly recommend the Atlantis steakhouse. Incredible prime rib.
The meat cleaver, the basketball game: anything you’re willing to share, really.
Very entertaining. Thanks for sharing.
Haj
You and I have been talking about four years now and I am just now hearing about this?
And next time you want to invite someone to Reno, just say the word! I promise to be dressed and better behaved.
I’m thinking five year anniversary would be a good time to take another trip.
And speaking of that other wedding, I thought it was Bare_Nipples ?
Wow. That is one wild story. Well, four wild stories actually, I suppose.
Damnit! I typed up a post addressing everyone and the hamsters ate it. Last try.
Zebra we had a party the week before the wedding for anyone who thought they wouldn’t attend. A few of Nay’s co-workers showed up, as did a few of mine. Luckily for me, mine couldn’t find the Chapel.
Thanks for the kudos everyone, I wasn’t trying to out do anyone and your comemnts are making me blush. I’ll put a new thread up sometime this week, covering some of our more colorful exploits, including the meat cleaver story later this week. Oh and yeah Nay has owned up to her responsibility in all this, that’s just on of the reasons I love her, she admits when she’s made an error.