when i say im a pro at weddings...it's not a joke. you all should listen to my wisdom when it comes to weather, over cast photo lighting, which mini bar to attack, what hors d'oeurvres to fill up on, and do not order the overcooked chateaubriand. wait till the end for the photo booth. eat cake, drink, be merry....and well...i am the combination of wedding crashers, 27 dresses and most recently due to my sisters wedding....franz from father of the bride.
and so with an invite from the groom the thursday before the wedding, i found myself at crest hollow country club amidst a sea of 5 weddings all taking place there that night. sitting in the lobby was confusing as my make shift suit and converse outfit could've made its way to any other wedding party...but i spotted the mermaid. and assumed the role of 'jon koon' for the night. i'd say it was a hybrid of koon and felix as ben's lamo food poisnoning excuse prevented him from making it out.
lewis' first time as an officiant was undermined by a faulty mic. rookie mistakes....that get trumped by rookie drinking tho that role was reserved for the other chang...for as we plowed through the macallan secretly stored underneath the bar for vips, and as we danced the night away to 90s prom music...we found a select few getting down on the dance floor, spilling their drink....and falling on the floor and cutting himself. hahahha.
"take me to hotel long island"
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