She Said: “Wedding Crasher(s)”
I’d click the above 1st, so you know what the heck I’m talking ’bout…
Okay, so what’s the big deal about what happened Saturday night?
Not me... I did not actually agree to go Crash a Wedding with a totally random 64 year old woman, while wiping my pee, on Saturday night in the woman’s rest room.
Not me… I did not actually pose for pictures — with the Groom — on the dance floor, while crashing said wedding. Oh, and my hubby was a few doors down wondering where the hell I was.
Not me…. I did not promise the lady who asked me to hop on board with her that I would not tell my hubby (she desperately did not want her hubs to know. Whatev. I don’t see the big deal).
Not me... I did not wonder what the random, still unknown, 64 year old woman’s arm workout routine was — man, she had killer arms. I wonder if she’s on Facebook so I can look her up. Wait, err… I don’t even know her 1st name, much less her last. Genius.
Not me… I was not embarrassed by the fact that my random, still unknown, 64 year old “Date” at the wedding we crashed on Saturday night was wearing KHAKI PANTS and a tank top(!). At least I was wearing an unnecessarily revealing loud and obnoxious yellow and black, low-cut, polka dot dress to the wedding (I was simply trying to romance the hubs that night… didn’t expect the detour in the evening).
Not me… I did not walk BACK into the restaurant with a sh*it-eating grin, after a 25 minute rest room “Excuse me, honey… I’ll be right back… I just have to run to the bathroom before our dinner.”
[RE: the 1st "Not me" -- I mean I agreed while wiping my pee...no that I crashed the wedding while wiping my pee].
Don’t know if I’ll ever see her again, don’t really care. A mom of 4 kids and I still have it in me to do completely INappropriate things.
I wish I could be at the photographer’s studio in 3 weeks when the newlyweds return from their honeymoon… and they’re going over the Proofs… arguing over who the hell the chick in the yellow and black crazy dress is…