Plus, I also got married to an amazing, beautiful, wondrous soul, who has yet to kick me out, or sincerely tried to poison my dinner (so far as I know).
And awesome as the day out by the lighthouse was, it was even cooler when Fezz showed up in his purple metallic flake low rider with the hydraulics going crazy and the bass cranked up so loud as to rattle the windows at the Army Proving Grounds 5+ miles away. I almost lost my bride to him right then and there...but he promised me he wouldn't wear his party toga. You guys know the one, it always has the chicks drawn to him like pigeons to stale bread crusts in the gutter.
Great memories that day to be sure. We even got crabs on our wedding night. (Chesapeake blues was what we were told anyway...) All in all a rather complete day!
Hey Fezz - we should get together again sometime soon eh?
Cheers dear friend!
Bri~
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