JLC
08-10-2014, 11:10 AM
Last October I attended a wedding at a golf course country club with my wife and daughter. The groom was a good friend and surf buddy (also lead homicide dective/SWAT team captain/K9 unit for the city I live in). It was a beautiful ceremony with a rather wild reception filled with rowdy, drunken cops (our whole city could have been taken over by 'The Purge' that night).
My wife was still breastfeeding so I knew I had a solid DD...and when an officer of the law tells you to do a shot you take it...or so I pitched my wife.
The reception ended up getting shut down by the golf course manager pretty early around 10pm and I walked outside to a detailer's worst nightmare.
Glitter? KY Jelly? LIPSTICK?!! I almost tackled a bridesmaid holding a can of silly string. What happened to window chalk and beer cans?
The reception moved a few blocks to the grooms brothers house whose garage just happened to have six 4ft shop lights on the ceiling. In my drunken stupor I somehow managed to pull this detail off and presented it to the bride and groom the next day. Needless to say, they were estatic.
I posted this story because last week I was pulled over for going 89 in a 70 by one of the cops at the reception and the only way he remembered me was from the "magic" I did on the Honda Pilot. Off with a warning.
My wife was still breastfeeding so I knew I had a solid DD...and when an officer of the law tells you to do a shot you take it...or so I pitched my wife.
The reception ended up getting shut down by the golf course manager pretty early around 10pm and I walked outside to a detailer's worst nightmare.
Glitter? KY Jelly? LIPSTICK?!! I almost tackled a bridesmaid holding a can of silly string. What happened to window chalk and beer cans?
The reception moved a few blocks to the grooms brothers house whose garage just happened to have six 4ft shop lights on the ceiling. In my drunken stupor I somehow managed to pull this detail off and presented it to the bride and groom the next day. Needless to say, they were estatic.
I posted this story because last week I was pulled over for going 89 in a 70 by one of the cops at the reception and the only way he remembered me was from the "magic" I did on the Honda Pilot. Off with a warning.