We went out to Philly yesterday for a friend's wedding and, as I told the boy, because I had one last bouquet to catch. (I got it.) I was midway into scaring people away from the garter fuck you this has nothing to do with a playing field with my tale of "Yeah, the last wedding we were at, some other guy caught the garter--then I punched him in the face" when one of the groomsmen overran the entire deal with his rendition of the Soulja Boy dance.
(Note: There shall be no no NO Soulja boy played at our pirate affair. Or any songs over thirty years old.)
But yeah, the entire point became moot when the drunken dance-off began. (There's still a fairly good chance we'll have a drunken dance-off too.)
We have our invitations printed, burned, aged, rolled, and in their t00bs; we get to address and mail 'em today. But upon skimming the second already-printed page, I noticed I'd put an apostrophe in Lowe's. Checking the internet now says I did right, but for a little bit I was pretty certain I'd done wrong. Cue grammarian spazz-flail--the closest thing you'll see to me doing anything bridezilla-y.
But! But but but. But then we found out--the hard way--that our friends had given us an address for their chapel that didn't exist, and that their directions for the reception involved a completely wrong turn.
I don't feel so bad now. :P
(Note: There shall be no no NO Soulja boy played at our pirate affair. Or any songs over thirty years old.)
But yeah, the entire point became moot when the drunken dance-off began. (There's still a fairly good chance we'll have a drunken dance-off too.)
We have our invitations printed, burned, aged, rolled, and in their t00bs; we get to address and mail 'em today. But upon skimming the second already-printed page, I noticed I'd put an apostrophe in Lowe's. Checking the internet now says I did right, but for a little bit I was pretty certain I'd done wrong. Cue grammarian spazz-flail--the closest thing you'll see to me doing anything bridezilla-y.
But! But but but. But then we found out--the hard way--that our friends had given us an address for their chapel that didn't exist, and that their directions for the reception involved a completely wrong turn.
I don't feel so bad now. :P

