A Wedding Story

There once was a man named Aaron. His wedding went off in typical fashion for his family. It was great! I arrived the night before, after the decorating was finished. (I R SMRT) At this point I learned that an unnamed individual with many tickets took a 100 MPH trip to Hibbing to pickup the tuxes before the store closed. Of course he met a cop on the way, but since there was no way for the cop to cross the median he kept crusing along. When he stopped at the store and was heading in, several cops sped past on the road he was just on. Hmmm.

That evening I was putzing around Virgina looking for my hotel minding my own buisness, just looking for a sign for fifth street. Suddendly, a cop pulled up behind me with flashing lights. He proceded to blind me with his spotlight -just for good measure- as he strolled up to my car. Apparently he had seen me pull into a drive, back out in no particular lane (since no one was coming), and slow way down at a green light (trying to read road signs). His interpretation of course was that I was drunk. Anyway, he ran my license then gave me directions to the hotel.

Aaron wasn't so lucky on his wedding day. When he left the hotel he turned the wrong way on a one way, which wasn't marked from that lot. he proceeded a few blocks like this and was noticing that the other three sides of the intersections had stop signs, but not him. Hmmm....oops, too late cause the cops noticed before he did. He got a ticket on his wedding day -mean cops!

Eight minuted before the wedding Aaron made a quick flight to the flower shop to pick up the flowers. I'm guessing he flew anyways cause he was back in short order having traveled a fair distance.

Well anyway, I think the wedding went quite well. The best man was even able to find and identify the correct ring. The reception was enjoyable with good stories and toasts. Ahh yes, good friends and family make for good times. Hope we embarassed you at least a little bit. Here's to you Aaron and Michelle.