is there anything easier than walking down the aisle then standing on either side of the bride and groom for what seems like an eternity? well, we had to practice that. a million times. ugh.
then it was time to eat. my favorite.
ahem. remember how Mr. REA refused to come to the wedding? well, I wasn't about to show up empty handed. and I wasn't allowed to bring BFF. so I brought my hometown hottie, The Date.
The Date is a very tall, very good-looking man. and generally very fun to be around.
The Date was the next natural choice after REA backed out.
the rehearsal dinner was at a very cute Cantina.
what was not-so-cute about this Cantina was that Happy Hour only existed in the main part of the restaurant. not in the private party room.
this is what I refer to as, a happy hour mishap.
or an unhappy hour.
luckily, The Date shared my feelings.
at 6:55, exactly 5 minutes from the end of HH, we snuck away to the main bar. we made a sacred pact to be gone for no longer than 15 minutes.
75 minutes, 4 pints and 1 olympic opening ceremony later...
we stumble back to the private party room.
door is locked.
room is empty.
everyone is gone.
party is over.
oops.
we ended the night at my new favorite place.
Rendezvous.
The Date, meet Scar.
Scar, meet The Date.
free shots? don't mind if we do.
