I Hate Weddings

And this was even a shorter wedding, meaning it only lasted about half as long as the Tour de France.

Gaaaccchhh.

Is prime rib actually a cut of meat you can get at the butcher, or is it some sort of creation that only appears for weddings? Kind of like egg nog during Christmastime. (PS, what becomes of the nog mines during the off-season? Are they just shuttered or what?)

Only good thing: left before the band played the obligatory Celebration.

Oh, and of course I wish the bride and groom a happy marriage. Whoever the heck they were. They seemed like nice people.

The tux goes back into the closet. Won't come out again until Spike does Bond week again, which I think they have scheduled to begin every third Wednesday.

Yeahp, me sittin' in my tux, watchin' For Your Eyes Only, chugging my Val-U-Rite discount vodka, exchaning sexy double-entendres with a Senor Wences-syle hand puppet I call "Moneypenny."

Good times. Great times, actually.

posted by Ace at 05:46 PM

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