Checking In From Wedding Central
T-minus something, something. It ain't my wedding - my boy JVet4 is making the walk down the aisle.
Me? I'm merely the Best Man. Why?
Because I'm the best, man...that's why.
And so far, I'm proscribing the Best Man duties to a tee. Keeping the Groom in line. Of course, it has taken a 12-er of Sam Summer and Goodfellas, but such is.
We had the rehearsal tonight. And it makes me realize, for the umpteenth time, why I am no longer a practicing Catholic.
I mean, wow. Shampooing ridiculous.
More on that later. But somebody - for the good of those my age and younger - needs to sit down and figure out what Vatican 3 is going to be.
The 10 Commandments for Road Rage and a return to Latin masses...guess what, SFB?...that ain't the answer. Why not make a return to Sancrit? A 5,000 year old dead language. Get out
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But it is what it is, and I'm thinking the "it" is going to be fun. A good crew of groomsmen, a good bunch of bridesmaids (perhaps one more equal than the others, but I digress) and we're off.
No Chicken Dance, no Macarena. Just one kick-assed speech, a few dances, and a late night somewhere to celebrate.
But in the meanwhile, we're almost out of beer. Shampoo. I was beginning to forge a relationship, till death does us part. Or rather, until death...does us party.