So, anyway, I was at my cousin's wedding reception on Saturday in gorgeous resort town of Narragansett, Rhode Island. I caught the garter, nyeh nyeh n'nyeh nyeh!
The bride held the bouguet standing with her back to the gathered maids, gave a few fake-out heaves, turned and pitch a fastball to the gal in front.
I walked up to this rather young looking gal, who looked to me to be about 14 or 15, and said "Hi, I'm Bob."
"I'm Cindy."
"Um... How old are you?"
"Twelve."
I turned toward the crowd in search of the bride and shook my head no.
"You can put it on her wrist, y'know," came a disembodied voice from the right. I turned to the DJ, who was MC'ing the garter/bouquet rite, and he nodded to me, "Yeah, you can just put it on her wrist, man."
"Come o-o-o-on," I protested. "I'm not putting a garter anywhere on a twelve-year-old girl. We gotta have a long-legged lady sitting in that chair."
"Okay, we've got a stand-in for ya," someone said as a very lovely stranger took the hot seat. "Just don't go too high," she said with a wink. "My military boyfriend is standing right over there." Conditions, conditions, conditions.
Anywho, I slipped the garter up past her knee and resisted the temptation to keep going until she screamed. I stopped at what was mid-way between her knee and her exposed thigh. I shoulda gone about 3/4 of the way up. Oh, well.
I never did get that garter back.
Posted by Tuning Spork at August 30, 2005 09:33 PM | TrackBackDid you put it on her using your teeth?
Posted by: RP at September 2, 2005 02:03 PMMr. Spork
I thought you would like to see a namesake of yours on the coastal cleanup posters this year:
http://www.coastal.ca.gov/publiced/shop/posters-mmi.html
(Second poster down I think.)
Long lost relative?
Posted by: Edith at September 2, 2005 07:19 PMRP,
Nah, I used my tongue.
Edith,
Thanks! I always wondered what animal sporks come from.
