We didn’t set out to crash a wedding. Fate had just put a wedding reception right in our path. We really had no choice. We may be The Golden Boys, but who are we to say no to fate? It was more like the wedding crashed into us at we sat at the bar. Notice I didn’t say that we sat at the bar minding our own business? The bar was moderately busy, but most of the wedding action was going on outside in the party area. It was your typical wedding reception with a DJ and dancing. But if you recall, I did mention that no wedding reception is typical when you mix in The Golden Boys.
Although the true wedding party was outside, the bar was inside and the three of us had found three prime seats front and center at the bar. Throughout the evening guests and members of the wedding party came to the bar to get their drinks. As they did, we made friends with them. Or so we thought. Gooby, Tom, and I began the day drinking beer, but at some point the boys, definitely not me, got the idea that we should switch to liquor. With our brains and bodies full of alcohol we became even more gregarious than usual. A woman at the bar had one of those light up ice cubes that sparkles and changes colors as it sits in your drink. I tried to buy it from her for $20. As members of the wedding party came in we talked and took pictures of all of them with us, bride included. They were happy to oblige. We’re The Golden Boys after all. The bartender even scored a piece of wedding cake for us. As I said, we took pictures of all of the members of the wedding party with us. Even the flower girl and ring bearer who had been sent in to fetch drinks. This turned out to be the second big mistake of the night. The first was Gooby feeding me as many drinks as he did. Apparently one of the kids went back to their father, the groom, and said that the strange men at the bar took their picture. As I said earlier, this golf course and bar is in a little, redneck, podunk town in the middle of nowhere. Despite the fact that someone had rented a few tuxedos, these were still rednecks. Perhaps they were fearful of someone besides them sleeping with their children, but the groom and best man came into the bar puffing out their chests demanding to see the camera. While Tom obliged, Gooby quickly paid the bar tab and hustled Tom and I out of there before the locals got their torches and pitchforks. Of course we had to stop to take the Caddyshack picture below.
But of course, the night wasn’t over yet….