Good friends will help you make trouble
Cherie and Alan's wedding. No, I'm not the groom, just the DJ. And a darn bad dancer, at that. Is the look in my eyes positively satanic or what?
Sorry, I know I've been a blog slacker this week. I even weaseled out Monday and had Squirl write the post! I promise more stuff.
I'm just in too good a mood for this time of day. Someone come in here and hit me with a tranquilizer dart.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 8:11 AM
15 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
Glad you're all better. That's such a pretty, happy girlfriend pic, I can't think of a snarky thing to say about it. Maybe later;)
I just wish it said above it, "Now we're going to Disney World!"
I'm sure we were toasted enough to think we were at Disney World!
That's a very flattering picture, there, Ms Bucky. I like it.
You look so soft and glowy...no..you look Happy.
You look so sweet and happy. blech. lol
As I recall it, and the memory is a little hazy this many years/beers later, I was pretty well tanked by that point. The DJ gig was easy, the hall was a half mile from my house, and my buddy was gettin' married. Yep, I'm sure I was pretty glassy-eyed by the time the dancin' started.
Oh, and Strizz -- I was definitely happy, but no one has accused me of being sweet since I was four years old.
Sweet Bucky was a dancer, but none of us would chance her, because she was a samurai.
Um, afraid I have to vouch for Bucky's last statement.
See now why is it everyone else looks at that picture and sees sweet and I look at it and my first thought it, Oh well there is trouble in the works....
You kinda have that look that says, "yeah, I"m gonna get some later!"
good stuff Ms B-F-E - you look like you're having a great time
Okay, you who've looked at that picture and smelled trouble, you are 100% correct. Those smiles have more to do with Lucifer himself than they do wholesome wedding fun. And the warm glow is pure drunkenness.
But, uh, I do want to clarify that Cherie meant she and Alan went to Disney World. I stayed home and barfed 'cause I was hung over.
And maybe I did get some, and maybe I didn't. I was drunk, anything coulda happened. Uh, not from the lovely bride, of course. I think it was the bride's mother.
I want to know how you manage to look so goregous when you're completely shnockered - I always look stupid-drunk, not cute drunk.
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