Wedding bell blues

So, an old friend of mine from high school got married on Saturday afternoon. It was a really nice ceremony at the local Catholic church. The thing is, there were a couple of problems with the reception.

First of all, it was held in a college auditorium which is a really nice, old building. Old enough, in fact, that it has no air conditioning system. That is what you might call a serious problem on a hot August weekend in Southern California, especially when most of the guests are dressed in formal attire. Not pleasant.

The other serious problem with the reception was that they didn't have a bar. I don't mean that there wasn't an open bar. I mean no bar. There were just three punchbowls with non-alcoholic beverages. When one of my friends was apprised of the situation, he said, "Oh. Excuse me." He and his girlfriend returned about twenty minutes later with a flask-sized bottle of Stoli. We ended up making another run and bringing back three more bottles. I felt like a sixteen-year-old, sneaking booze into a wedding.

So, ladies, to recap: scout out a location for your reception that's going to be appropriate for the weather. And, for the love of God, have some booze on hand. Unless everyone attending are Mormons. They don't tend to drink.