Monday, October 17, 2005

XYZ

So, last weekend I went to my bud, Andrew’s, wedding in Savannah. Andrew has been a friend of mine since Boy Scouts. He and I remained friends during college and have had many a hilarious adventure together. I was asked to be a groomsman for the wedding and took great pride in it. LJ and I rented a car drove up, got a hotel, rented the tux, got the gift and everything. The wedding was lovely, but there was one troubling thing that happened.

This may have been better left unsaid, (which was to be the title of this post. I felt the current one captured more of the essence though) but I thought it was hilarious and had to share it. Maybe it can be an anecdote that Andrew can tell for years to come. Anyway, I got to the hotel where the other groomsmen were changing for the ceremony and put on my tux in the bathroom. All of us then went down stairs and accompanied guests on rented trolleys to a beautiful square downtown. We seated people and handed out programs. Then stood in front of the whole congregation and afterward escorted the bridesmaids back down the isle. The wedding party then hung out for a while and took a million pictures in all sorts of poses. Then hopped the trolleys back to the hotel for the reception. Later, I danced with LJ on an empty dance floor to some swing music (no one swings, go figure) so all eyes were on us. We even got applause! It was after downing some refreshments that the urge hit. I went to the bathroom to discover that I didn’t need to open my fly. That’s right it was already down. Why was it already down? Because, it had been down from the time I put on my tux to the time I went to the bathroom at the reception. Now, if you need to re-read all that with the knowledge of my awkward situation feel free, you may have missed something...much like I had.

Embarrassing I know, but still funny as hell. I came back and told LJ immediately. I’m just glad the "old boy" didn’t decide to make any unscheduled appearances while the ceremony was underway. Man, Stephanie would have never let me see Andrew again and probably would have had me shot by the police officer assigned to the square to keep the peace. Maybe at least gotten me arrested for public indecency…, which I would have had to agree to. The more I thought about it though, the more I thought, “Hey, this should be a wedding tradition, kinda like Groundhog’s Day. One of the groomsmen, who isn’t a prude, comes with the barn door open and if the junk falls out the marriage may end in divorce, but if it stays in then the marriage will be long and happy one.” I think that this may have been the best gift I could have given Andrew in the end.

Good luck guys and if my junk did make it into any of the pictures...I want copies.

8 comments:

mommyjolle said...

Ahh, the post that proves Mark really CAN write a blog on nothing! And by the way, I didn't notice your fly and, you know moms, they always notice if somethings not right with their babies!

Mad Mike said...

I think its funny you used this sentence...

" I think that this may have been the best gift I could have given Andrew in the end"

...and you were refering to your junk.

Bravo sir, Bravo!

Dr. Gori said...

Stories like this are why I always wear my old high school wrestling unitard under my suits--for that extra layer of protection.

Your New Sleeping Aid said...

YOu forgot to tell everyone that you run comando! I don't think that was clarified in the blog. Thats what makes the story all that much funnier.

Brillig said...

Well, I didn't think I needed to go THAT personal...but indeed.

Da Beef said...

HA!!!! Gives new meaning to the term groomsmen!

mommyjolle said...

For all of you who may think I raised him wrong...I DID NOT TEACH HIM TO "GO COMMANDO". Although I will admit that the Boy Scouts taught him to turn his underwear inside out every other day!

Brian said...

OMG!! Thats hilarious!! I so think it should become a tradition as long as the guy that does it refrains from making a big deal about.