Last weekend, Swede and I and the DC Family traversed to Baltimore for a Family Member’s wedding. The bride—who rocked the house in Michigan—knew well to put our motley crew next to the dance floor for her wedding in Charm City.
It’s just better that way.
Pre-wedding, our Baltimore bride informed us that in addition to being next to the dance floor we were also “a stone’s throw” from the bar.
“What kind of stone?” we asked. “And do you mean a light throw, or a solid toss?”
“A light throw,” she responded.
AND SHE LIED.
It was more akin to a medium-solid toss with a modest-weight rock.
On the plus side, if the bar was one leg of a triangle, and the dance floor was another, the third, closing leg was the photo booth.
(At one point I sported both a crown and a fake hook hand.)
(I looked amazing.)
So all was forgiven.