A long time friend got married this weekend and it was a great ceremony. The location was nice, the food was alright, the random attendees were friendly and the photographers seemed nice.
In the build up to the event we got there early enough to help put some decorations, programs and flip flops together, yes we had to assemble flip flops for the bridal party to wear after the ceremony. Then out of left field came the shopping list: 8 bottles of the cheapest champagne we can find, a bag of burgers to snack on (since most of the people setting up hadnâ€™t eaten anything) and something lingerie like for the bride to wear last nightâ€¦ My friend who was the driver and I was the slightly buzzed passenger (as I had drank a couple of beers while tying ribbons on programs). After being the two nicely dressed guy in an outlet shop sifting through discount womenâ€™s underwear we decided to use our combined intellect to find a naughty shop, which given the area the wedding was, is not an easy or close shop to find. We ended up driving down the freeway 15 miles and walking into the naughty shop, the clerk was very forgiving given two guys, who are both friends of the bride in question and have both said to one an other at some point in our lives â€œcanâ€™t help you following the assâ€ as a descriptive of said bride.
We asked the clerk for some help and I think we made it work in the end by simply asking ourselves, â€œwhat would we want to see on her?â€ Of course we had to get past the strange look of why are two guys who are not part of the wedding, and are certainly not either of the people getting married asking for lingerie for the bride to be?
J and D, congratulations on the wedding and thanks again for including us all.
I think the next wedding I get invited to Iâ€™ll just arrive 5 minutes before curtainâ€¦