You've seen one, and you think you've seen 'em all. You haven't. Believe me, you haven't.
Last Friday I climbed into the shotgun seat of Big Mike's new Jeep and headed northeast for a twelve hour drive. I'm not what I used to be, and it isn't the age - it's the mileage. We rolled into
chez Shotgun Bob before midnight. The wedding being scheduled for the next day, we failed to tie one on.
The ceremony was scheduled for 2:00 PM, which translates into three and change. Big Mike and I got seats where we could sit. Then the groom showed up and the groom's men (groomsmen?) struggled in. Below is a picture that says it all about the assemblage.
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The above photo could accurately be referred to as a harbinger of the things to come.
The dinner was great. The chef (I gather it was the groom's brother) did a magnificent job with the barbecue grill, but the truly outstanding dish was the barbecue chicken. Seasoned and marinated just right, tender and juicy, it was a
direct opposite of chicken that I usually find at any dinner event.
After dinner Big Mike and I repaired to the bar, where Mike made a few painkiller cocktails. They were delicious, but you don't dare drink one when you're thirsty. The drawback? Click to keep reading, but brace yourself.