The Fifth Wedding Element...
Last night I got a voice mail message from my "brother" Drool, who is marrying the gal of his dreams next week in the great state of Kentucky.
"Hey Vlvt, I need to talk to you about the seating arrangement. Gal and I want to do something, and I hope you agree, well, because we already did it. So, call me and we hope you think it's as hilarious as we ( Read more... )
"Hey Vlvt, I need to talk to you about the seating arrangement. Gal and I want to do something, and I hope you agree, well, because we already did it. So, call me and we hope you think it's as hilarious as we ( Read more... )
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For a while, I was a wedding escort for my single gay male friends. Seriously, I went to like 4 weddings in like a year and a half-all for friends and family I totally didn't know. Apparently, I was the only one these people trusted to not be a horror-and that I could totally hold my own in a conversation.
In one case, I think I was used to ward off a potentially lecherous male that was going to be a guest at one of the weddings.
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"I hear the dollar's REALLY strong here...."
"I think it's wicked cool that y'all didn't fire that teacher for hazing that kid to death..."
"What's your position on blood-doping horses?"
"Grocery stores should totally sell wine..."
"Ever hear of Ted Kennedy?"
-I.C.
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