Gary got married today. Turns out garden gnome wasn't garden gnome. Gary hired band to play reception. Sat and drank weak rum & cokes while the band played bland covers of all my sister's favorite songs. Bride winked at me. Not sure what that was about.
I’ve been telling The
Singer for years that she wasn’t a gnome. But once he got the idea in his head,
it was hard getting it out.
The cover band was
pretty good. I miss playing on a full set.
The bride didn’t wink
at him. Gary, I probably shouldn’t be divulging this, when drunk, spits when he
talks. He was telling his new bride how beautiful she looked for the hundredth
time that evening and his spit shut in her eye due to her having to look up at
him since she’s short.
She was blinking
because of that. Not winking at The Singer.
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