I'm baackk!!!! And it feels good. Well, okay, I'm almost back. The MIL leaves tomorrow--don't get me wrong, it's okay that she's here, she's invited, she's not an imposition....but sometimes you just want your houseguests gone so you can not worry about being 'on' all the time. Also, I'm dealing with one last little wedding clean up issue and then I can work on running around planning our trip to Florida next month (and hopefully another one in January).
You know how it seems that every wedding has a story...and most of those stories involve something that happened the night before the wedding? Like at my SIL's wedding the guys went out after the rehearsal dinner, across from the hotel (which, come to think of it was a Hilton), and one of the groomsmen was a Cincinnati Bengal and people just wanted to pick a fight because he was a Cincinnati Bengal in Bethesda, MD, and the next day there was a lot of jockeying around with bottles of Maybelline trying to cover black eyes and such.....
Well, we got us one humdinger of a wedding story, also involving a Hilton Hotel (Hampton Inn), also involving groomsmen, also after the rehearsal dinner, though instead of rated R for violence, this one's rated X for sex (Hell-o!! Got your attention now, didn't I?). Seriously. But, before I can regale you with some hilariously entertaining prose, I'm going extend a courtesy to Hilton and allow them to submit an alternate ending, so hang tight.
Not to worry, there will be a story, and I promise, you will be amused (most certainly grossed out, but definitely amused) ,
The wedding was beautiful, the breakfast was great, the cake stunning, and I'm glad I've only got the one daughter. Onward and upward.
