A Cop, A Bustiere and Tequila

In reading through other people's journals today a "Saturday Six" question on the topic of wedding was brought up. 'Favorite memories of other people's weddings?' This instantly brought back memories of my friends wedding (1994), it was the best time I ever had at a wedding! Some of the things I get myself into!  lol

Jodi is a girlfriend of mine who was forever dating and falling in love with MR. SOOOO WRONG. She dated a man who lets just say would fit into the 'Soprano's' very nicely, she dated a man who was divorced 3 times, jobless and back home living with MOMMY (how many red flags does a sista really need??) lol lol lol She dated her Boss. Then she met Rodney (enter Mr Right...right now, right time, right everything!) I adored him instantly, but was he up for the challenge of 'handling' Jodi?

He definitely was and asked her Father for her hand in marriage right before their 1 year dating anniversary. She was the baby in her family and also the daughter they never thought they'd marry off! lol So they pulled in all the stops on this wedding! My Jim and Rodney became fast friends so we were both asked to stand up to their wedding. This was kinda special to me because Jim and I eloped, we come from a long line of elopers, so this was a lil chance to actually walk to the aisle with my Husband, (Jodi nixed me wearing a veil too! lol) But I secretly did the something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue thingy! lol

The church was beautiful, Jodi and Rodney were beautiful, our dresses were beautiful, the hall was gorgeous and the Italian's now how to feast a banquet! We had a blast at the wedding, all of our friends, all gussied up and in one place at the same time! We conga lined through other people's receptions, we tango'd down the sidewalk, by the time we all left there, we knew everybody in the place. It was quite the celebration, but I was ready to get out of that dress and bustiere, get out of my shoes, garters and stockings and get comfortable.

The ride home from the reception hall was a good hour so I had packed an overnight bag of sweat pants and a sweatshirt for the long ride home. So as soon as I hit the parking lot the clothes started coming off! lol Since it was the middle of the night I didn't expect too much traffic as I did a slow strip tease for my husband in our SUV on the way home (all in bad taste of course!) that I didn't notice was a squad car to the left of us waiting to make a right turn onto the street we were making a left turn to get off of, so here I am in my final glory stage of whipping my bustiere off and swinging it over my head, when the cops lights hit the windshield! It's like being displayed in one of Macy's Christmas windows! lol

Of course my Husband Jim, just starts laughing but I'm freaking out, here I am naked as the day I arrived in this world, painted up like a hooker and no ID to prove that I'm not!!! The purse that I brought was only big enough to hold a tube of lipstick and compact! So the cop looks from  Jim to me and back to Jim again and then Jim precedes to raise his hands and shrug in that " Well....What can ya do" fashion and the cop does the same thing and just drives away! I dress quickly into my sweats and ride home completely mortified!

Damn the cop, damn the bustiere.....  Most of all DAMN the tequila!
Laughing all the way.....ha ha ha