Saturday, June 7, 2008

The wedding was exceptionally uncomfortable.. Hot as hell.
The air conditioning system in the restaurant didn't work great, either. It was battling 180 people with hot breath, about 165 candles, and a heat wave outside so uncomfortable that parts of the body you didn't know had pores were sweating..

And in the end, it was fine. The wedding, as all others, work out.. even until the very end when the last few more curious bridesmaids stuck around trying to talk to the bartenders in order to do one of the following: 1) Get free drinks, 2)Get a ride to the next bar and ditch the bartenders, 3) make filthy love to the bartenders even though they really aren't attracted to them but 'we' are just slutty, or 4) all of the above.

As I drove away from work with the three bridesmaids competing over two bartenders, the bridesmaids' ride quickly pulled back into the restaurant parking lot. The bartenders dreams were about to be crushed.. And I was on my way home to see my wife and a cold bottle of Coors Light.

Another night .. soup on the fly..

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