Random Scan 2

Some friends get married...

And I was in the wedding party. We had to show up at the church, for what seemed liked hours, beforehand. The grooms mother, Irene (names have not been changed to protect the guilty), handed us a bottle of Canadian Whiskey and said you boys have fun.

First order of business was to find a medium by which to consume said whiskey. I had been traveling abroad and spent many a night in the arms (thighs technically) of women of ill repute and the other fellas didn't want to catch anything I may have encountered via the bottle.

Ok. That's a lie.

Being the church was a Catholic sort of place, we found the communion cups and went to town.

At some point, for some unknown reason, we were blessed with some alone time with the grooms shoes and a bottle of white out.

What to do?

Like any overly creative miscreant, I wrote HELP ME on the bottom of his shoes.

Little did I know over half the ceremony would be the bride and groom on their knees. The first time they went down, a little rumble went through the congregation. I nearly fainted from holding in the laughter.

Luckily Irene (the grooms mother), thought it was hilarious and snapped this shot.

I don't remember when he discovered it or was told - probably by many in the receiving line. I don't remember the bride or the brides mother freaking out too much either. Now that I think about it, I don't remember much of anything from their wedding or reception.

I wonder why?

- b