So back to my brother’s wedding in New Jersey last week…. It was pay back time for all the crap my brother pulled on me when I was younger.
As if the night before wasn’t enough, I showed up with a new date – and yet more entertainment.
A friend of mine set me up on a blind date with a girl named Cheryl. My friend told me she was both beautiful and wild (both of which was very true), he told her who I worked for, and that was that. With no real expectations we set out for the wedding.
Here’s a word of advice for those of you planning a wedding – Don’t have an open bar. This is a baaaaad idea. We were fine at the wedding itself, okay for the sit down dinner, and because Cheryl and I didn’t know each other too well we were well behaved on the dance floor. However, once we discovered there was an open bar and then discovered we shared the same passioin for Jägermeister…. Well, it was game over. We hit the bar and then the dancefloor. I’m thirty-eight years old and it’s a big difficult for me to keep up with a beautiful twenty-two year quickly coming up on her sexual prime.
Cheryl and I made it through the night without her flashing anyone on the dancefloor. The ride home was entertaining and later that night I learned she had a wicked tongue!
Congrats little bro. I’ll send you pictures of my trip!
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