I have to go to a Catholic wedding today... on a Sunday...
Geez, and it's not even open bar...
When I get married the only request I made were THESE:
Cuban Cigar area for my bros. - CHECK!
I PAID fro the Open Bar no questions asked where there were no family in law issues with my drunk ass friends.. - CHECK!
Woodson's Recollection:
Last wedding we attended was open bar and my best friend was in attendance... It had been a loong time since we had hung out, so there were a lot of drinking involved and old school ass grabbery...
There were three bar stations and we made sure to stay a station ahead of our women so we could drink ALL we wanted and talk about old times out of the earshot of those that listen and file info away for a later argument.
Anyways, I'm leaning against this bar station at the end of the night and I tell my buddy that he may have to call an ambulance because I can't feel my arms... And the bar tender starts laughing, and says thre is a good reason for that...
So in a drunken slur, I open my eyes, and say, Oh yeah? And what reason is that!?
And she says:
You're buddy left 10 minutes ago and youve been leaning forward on an ice sculpture ever since...
"Well, that explains that... "
"Vodka tonic, please, hold the tonic!"