I knew at some point I would write about my Wedding…..after I just got finished writing
http://ken1981.wordpress.com/2009/06/17/oh-no-dont-make-me-do-it/
I was obligated to write
“The Saga Of How Ken Got Married”
There is a tie-in between both stories..well not the “Mr. Bill” stuff but the annual April trek to Dallas. This time I was the only one who could make it. I think my return flight to JFK was near the end of April. I was doing my normal month stay… Drinking too much and making the obligatory ass of myself.
I DO NOT think I met a Dallas girl who was not both Beautiful and NICE. I just melted how they pronounced my name. They would say it in a kinda Southern accent and pronouncing my name as Kiiiiinny… I’s instead of E.
Back to the story. It was the last week in April and the Northeast just got hit with a Bad-Ass Nor’easter which Shut down all the Airports.
Vowed I would never again live in SNOW. I said “Go West Young Man” I called a friend who lived in Sacramento about a job and he said sure…. I was once his boss… Then made a call to Lodi to friends whose family lived there and still had a summer home back in CT. Got in touch asked if they could pick me up at the Airport in Sacramento… Of course they did. They were 3 brothers all around my age. They brought me to their home about 30 miles due south of Sacramento. It was a big sprawling one floor, I guess California House. Their parents were and are really cool
Affectionately called “Curly and Cor” Buonocore. Yes very Italian… I think that is how and why I speak with my hands a lot. For some reason they really took to me…go figure and I was assimilated into “Curly’s Commune”…. Did not take the job up in Sacramento but worked for Curly. He owned a naturally aged Vinegar plant whose main brand was “Old California Wine Vinegar”…. I’m thinking who’s better than me.. A job, room and 2 hour meals where we never left the table sober…. a hands on job….. It was and still my favorite job. I learned how to Coop barrels, blend, filter, test and do the chemistry to insure correct acidity, bottled and delivered it. We had over 300 barrels stacked up on each other in rows… It’s funny when you are in amidst the vinegar you do not realize you have a distinct smell until you go to a Bar and everybody backs away from you. With that it’s time for all us to take a pit stop and grab a beer because this is going to be a long one. Those of you who aren’t grabbbing a cold one at least look at these 2 short funny beer ads while I take a break
Alright back… Yea they were funny weren’t they now back to my Saga. I didn’t look back so forgive me if I am repeating something I already told you. Hanging and working can only go so far and yes a male in his 20’s will go seeking for girls. I know I didn’t tell you but Curly has 2 daughters. The older was going through a divorce and actually pregnant and the younger barely legal and living in “Curly’s Commune”. I know I was not dreaming this but both sisters were actually chasing me…Yes I fought it as long as possible…. I guess then I might have been a catch or I was new and not like the local “Goatropers” (wantabe cowboys)whatever the case I actually was kind of interested in the older pregnant sister but somewhere along the way I starting having feelings for the younger one (it didn’t hurt that she lived a couple of bedrooms down from me)… So one thing led to another and we did a lot of sneaking around and yes also doing that…. I think or the best I could figure it out my son was conceived in a back seat of a Ford after a night out at the Ryde Hotel…. OMG when we found out that my soon to be wife was pregnant many scared thoughts went through our heads… me I knew that I loved her enough to marry her but I really felt I betrayed the trust of my boss and soon to be Parents inlaws. After having enough balls to confront them……we told them and of course they reacted how they should….
“Hurt, Betrayed and yes a lot of loud speaking… come on Hardcore Italians” eventually all kind of settled down and we did the right thing and went up to Reno to get married at the
“Chapel of Love”
For Fifty Dollars
Well since my new Bride was already far enough along to be showing we spent our big Honeymoon night in Reno with me watching, helping and consoling her as she hugged the “Porcelain Throne”
When we got back we were taken into the fold and were accepted…. I do not know if it was guilt, shame or the male ego got involved but I was going to take care of my family. I made a few phone calls and thank god enough people had faith in me that I was hired as retaurant mgr in
“Fort Lauderdale, FLA”.
Read the Adventures of the “Kaders” cross country at some later date.
If I knew that I would be writing about this now I wish I did this
Hired a Elvis Look Alike
Yes I am divorced now for many years but 50 dollars was a good investment got my son and 9 out of 10 years of a happy marriage
ken1981
2 Comments
July 2, 2009 at 2:11 pm
great Elvis photo, by the way
July 2, 2009 at 2:19 pm
Yea I looked for a not so much look alike or what somebody I could afford would look like