Sandwiches at 11:00

The dust is getting thick in here. Root, hog, or die. Davy Crockett would never have let the place go like this. The trouble is, there isn't much on my mind. I am going out, though, so I expect a thing or two will wind up at home with me, if I don't drink too much.
Weddings are about the only occassions that people get universally excited and depressed about. As a one time bartender I can say that too many of you let the D.J. get away with murder. Wedding D.J.s are a squirelly lot, though. Ask him not to play the 'Chicken Dance' and he will. Funny.
The first wedding I ever asked a girl to, ended up with her vomiting under the table, on someone's shoes. She was a peach. To her credit she didn't expect a kiss when I dropped her off. The band was terrible, the church ladies scowled at everyone when they brought out the sandwiches at 11:00, and my cousin's boyfriend tried to pick a fight with the minister. Too bad someone broke it up. I bet God would've lent his spirit to the minister just to see a poor white boy get beaten in front of his girl. Ha ha. God is good.
I expect this wedding to be a little more subdued.