I was at my niece's wedding recently, and learned something else. My relatives all did the same thing, they apparently were so drunk that they couldn't find the hotel a mile away until the sun started popping up. My great aunt who was 65 at the timey (God rest her soul) actually had to squat on the Algonguin Avenue because nothing was open and she was about to bust a kidney.M1IRONMIKE wrote:You mean it was 22 years ago we drank your future father in law out of beer at the rehearsal dinner, then went to Rush street after getting off the train at the wrong stop, staggered back to the hotel at the wee hours of the morning and then proceeded to embarass your lovely wifes family by being our drunken northender selves at your wedding reception the next day? Wow....seems like yesterday!!
This was your basic Jed Clampett and gang meeting the big city slickers wedding. The Clampett gang didn't know how to control themselves with all the free beer and food.
I don't speak much with the inlaws these days. My father in law was being a dick at the rehearsal. Who buys cases of beer? Get the freaking keg jerkoff and save yourself some trips to the liquor store.
Yes, good times. At the wedding a couple of weeks ago, my wife brought up for the umteenth time how I was sweating beer at the alter.