She married a Jewish guy. He's super good to here, treats her like a princess, and basically just says 'yes dear' to any question. He works for a fortune 500 company, they have a beautiful house, I can't begrudge the guy for anything.
But they got married on a Sunday. Killer wedding btw. The band was fucking ridiculous. But I was also a groomsman, We went out to grab sub food and watch the first half of the Bears/Lions game (I have some family from Michigan) @ Miller's Pub. We sat there, got our drink on, and watched the first half of the game. Afterwards myself and the other groomsmen went back to the hotel to get ready for pictures.
My dumb ass chooses the red wine out of the mini fridge. My dumber ass drips some on the collar of my tuxedo shirt. I think I had 13 minutes, and the nearest Walgreens was about 3 blocks away. As soon as it happened, having worked in restaurants for so long, I knew what I needed: White Out.
So I run my ass off in my tux, luckily it's October, and pretty chilly, but I hit the front doors of the Walgreens so hard, I suspect if I weren't wearing a tux, I would have been arrested by security. Yeah, Walgreens has security guards in Chicago.
I buy a White Out pen, and run - flat out run - my ass back to the hotel. I go back to my hotel room and white out all the drip spots, put the shirt back on, and get to the room where they were doing groomsmen photos about 5 minutes late, and sweating like a fucking pig.
The photographer asked me why I was sweating, and I just said, "Dont worry about it, I'll be good in 5".
And I was. You can't even see a drop on the photos.
My sister didn't know about this for months after. When I told her she just laughed, and was like 'only you".
But they got married on a Sunday. Killer wedding btw. The band was fucking ridiculous. But I was also a groomsman, We went out to grab sub food and watch the first half of the Bears/Lions game (I have some family from Michigan) @ Miller's Pub. We sat there, got our drink on, and watched the first half of the game. Afterwards myself and the other groomsmen went back to the hotel to get ready for pictures.
My dumb ass chooses the red wine out of the mini fridge. My dumber ass drips some on the collar of my tuxedo shirt. I think I had 13 minutes, and the nearest Walgreens was about 3 blocks away. As soon as it happened, having worked in restaurants for so long, I knew what I needed: White Out.
So I run my ass off in my tux, luckily it's October, and pretty chilly, but I hit the front doors of the Walgreens so hard, I suspect if I weren't wearing a tux, I would have been arrested by security. Yeah, Walgreens has security guards in Chicago.
I buy a White Out pen, and run - flat out run - my ass back to the hotel. I go back to my hotel room and white out all the drip spots, put the shirt back on, and get to the room where they were doing groomsmen photos about 5 minutes late, and sweating like a fucking pig.
The photographer asked me why I was sweating, and I just said, "Dont worry about it, I'll be good in 5".
And I was. You can't even see a drop on the photos.
My sister didn't know about this for months after. When I told her she just laughed, and was like 'only you".
