I went to a friend’s wedding a few years ago on the east coast.  Pretty standard wedding, with nothing epic to report from the reception itself.  However, the phone call I got a few days after the wedding was fairly noteworthy.

The bride, who was a college friend called me. “Chip, that was not funny.”

I was seriously clueless? I mean, I was no more a drunken mess at this wedding than I was at any other weddings.   Get a grip.  Sorry if a “human dog show” broke out… that stuff just happens.

“I’m sorry, I guess but to be honest I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The wedding gift you sent.  That was horrible.  My grandmother opened that!”
“I haven’t sent you a gift yet, for real, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  But apparently I better send a good gift or I will get a phone call telling me my gift wasn’t good enough?

Immediately, I called Charlie and told him about the call.  “Yeah, I just got the same call.  I have no idea what she’s talking about.  Oh well, I’m sure we are to blame for something.”  Agreed.

A few days later I hit up KY just to shoot the shit and happened to mention the call to him. “So random, but I got a call from the bride telling me my gift wasn’t funny.” 

“Oh, that’s cause me and Wifey wrapped a huge black dildo and left it on their gift stand, with you name on the card.”

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