Saturday, July 15, 2006
This post's gonna be a little shorter than most of my others, and this is good news for those of you with short attention spans.
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Now, the title of this post implies dancing. There was dancing. There was also cake and tuxedos. Yep! You guessed it! I was elected President of the United States!
Oh ho ho! I'm just kidding, time-wasters. I attended a wedding between my buddy Tim and his fiance Katie. It was a good wedding, except for the dense wool suitcoat I had to wear. The coat itself was fine, really, if it had been 60 degrees in the chapel. Unfortunately it was more like 90. Keep thinking about ice cubes I told myself, and walk-in freezers and frosty pumpkins in November and...Frosty Pumpkins would be a good name for an exotic dancer...and now I'm all hungry...
Then I realized I was scratching myself and had to concentrate on the task at hand, namely, standing up there as a groomsperson. I waved to my fans in the audience. They pretended not to notice.
Oh yeah. Then I danced a tad at the reception. Although I got real tired and headachy toward the end there, I had a great time and didn't make too bigga fool of myself. It was fun. The girlfriend, who'd been giving me a crash-course in swing dancing over the last few days, said she was proud and that I did good. I pouted a little until she gave me a tootsie roll, and promised to hold my hand. I sniffled and said that'd be okay.
And now I must go. Gonna go out and play in the stupid hot weather.
Posted by Paul FooDaddy Brand at 7:43 PM