Monday, April 25, 2005
Can't take you people anywhere!
You try and go out of town, dress up, play nice, and hope to have a good time. Well, we all got out of our respective towns. We all dressed up (I'll give credit for the $0.50 sport coat). Given the stress level, we even managed to play nice. But as for the good time, it's all relative.
Sure everybody got on the boat, danced and drank. Went to a fabulous wedding, ate, danced, and drank. But it's what happened during and after that makes it so amazing.
On the way into town, Gary ran over some road debris which punctured the oil pan of his car. That car had to go to the mechanic.
Right before the reception, a woman stepped wrong, twisting and breaking her ankle, landing her in Carteret General Hospital.
Prior to the wedding, Connor had smacked his head upside a boat rail, turning his ear black and leaving one hell of a blood blister. Then at the reception, he took a headlong dive off of the stairs resulting in what can only be described as a black goose egg on his forehead.
Leaving the reception, Griz, in all her grace and high heels, took a wrong step that landed her face down, dress up on the asphalt. Learning later, after a trip to the hospital when they were actually supposed to be picking up their car from the mechanic, that she had broken her shoulder. Girl goes 30+ years with no broken bones. Goes to one wedding in NC and ends up in a sling.
Ryan, fresh from his honeymoon, winds up with bronchitis and walking pneumonia. And if that shit is contagious and in my house, Ill drive my sick self to Raleigh and put a hurtin' on ya!
Rex and Angel's baby has some mystery illness complete with fever.
Kay's allergies hit full force as she was leaving town Sunday, and you could barely understand a word she uttered through the gravel that was in her throat.
Marilyn locked the keys in the car as they were trying to leave town, extending their trip as they had to wait for a locksmith.
Brandy was constitutionally unsound for the majority of the morning and mid-afternoon.
I think I covered all of the major happenings. If I missed something, let me know and I will make an amendment to this diatribe.
Next weekend, I want everyone to stay in bed, under the covers. Don't even answer the phone or peek out the windows. Who knows what malady is out there waiting for you. ¶ 10:15 PM
Sure everybody got on the boat, danced and drank. Went to a fabulous wedding, ate, danced, and drank. But it's what happened during and after that makes it so amazing.
On the way into town, Gary ran over some road debris which punctured the oil pan of his car. That car had to go to the mechanic.
Right before the reception, a woman stepped wrong, twisting and breaking her ankle, landing her in Carteret General Hospital.
Prior to the wedding, Connor had smacked his head upside a boat rail, turning his ear black and leaving one hell of a blood blister. Then at the reception, he took a headlong dive off of the stairs resulting in what can only be described as a black goose egg on his forehead.
Leaving the reception, Griz, in all her grace and high heels, took a wrong step that landed her face down, dress up on the asphalt. Learning later, after a trip to the hospital when they were actually supposed to be picking up their car from the mechanic, that she had broken her shoulder. Girl goes 30+ years with no broken bones. Goes to one wedding in NC and ends up in a sling.
Ryan, fresh from his honeymoon, winds up with bronchitis and walking pneumonia. And if that shit is contagious and in my house, Ill drive my sick self to Raleigh and put a hurtin' on ya!
Rex and Angel's baby has some mystery illness complete with fever.
Kay's allergies hit full force as she was leaving town Sunday, and you could barely understand a word she uttered through the gravel that was in her throat.
Marilyn locked the keys in the car as they were trying to leave town, extending their trip as they had to wait for a locksmith.
Brandy was constitutionally unsound for the majority of the morning and mid-afternoon.
I think I covered all of the major happenings. If I missed something, let me know and I will make an amendment to this diatribe.
Next weekend, I want everyone to stay in bed, under the covers. Don't even answer the phone or peek out the windows. Who knows what malady is out there waiting for you. ¶ 10:15 PM
