Okay, just got back from a very interesting evening at a pre-wedding dinner here in Cleveland, Ohio.
After a meal in which my waiter brought me the wrong beer twice, brought my soup to the wrong person, and brought my vegetarian dinner complete with lots of chicken, the groom-to-be announced to our party of 17 that tomorrow's wedding would be 2 hours earlier than scheduled, and that only 12 people were invited. Which twelve was not stated, and we're now convening in our hotel room figuring out how best to crash the wedding.
I mean, when you fly from Oregon to Ohio after RSVPing a wedding you were invited to, you kinda expect to actually attend the wedding. I know, sounds presumptuous doesn't it? Silly us for being so selfish and needy.
At the moment, my twin brother and I are here in our hotel room with an old friend we haven't seen for 25 years, drinking Belgian lambics mixed with Bell's Brewing stout. It's basically dessert in a glass, complete with the warm fuzzy feeling associated with imbibing alcoholic beverage.
To be continued...
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So glad to hear that you are carrying on and complete with your bro--still can't believe that you were the only person I went up to to ask if you posted the blog for Joel-maybe I really do have esp!! Peace--Bev
thats craziness. people are insane. did you get to go???
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