Sign of the Times

NOTE: I have gotten much response regarding this post...many people are very confused..for example, "why wasn't I invited to the wedding?" Now, I can see how this might be confusing...if you are reading this literally...you would really just have to have been there to have any clue what we're talking about...besides, as far as I could tell, no one there was licensed to be marrying anyone and the guy who notorized everything was just a drunk fool who looked a lot like Michael Bolton...NOTE...do not read this literally...though she would be the best wife (or not wife)


So, uh, yeah, I got married...and we signed the pre-nups and everything. Of course this was after staying up all night and drinking about six shots of Captain Morgan's and god knows how many glasses of tequila punch and bottles of hard cider. But nevertheless, Rachel is the best wife (or not wife) that anyone could ever have...and my idol...as well as my former and future co-worker at the pirate bar...what a night...I only wish that people had taken pictures...but damn, those wedding cupcakes were great and the honeymoon was amazing...even if it was just a trip down the block to harrass those men from New Zealand that crashed the party...