That some party poopers attended Bonnie Leigh Cockerill’s wedding! For sake of privacy I won’t names, but the accused are Colson and DiPasquale, and there were probably others.
Offense #1:
Apparently, the above mentioned arrived in Albuquerque, New Mexico and were too tired to go out the night before the wedding. Instead they elected to get some sleep.
Offense #2:
The above mentioned did not find it necessary to go out after the reception ended at 11:00pm.
So, instead of hanging out since they hadn’t seen each other in a long time, they elected to sleep.
Mark my words, this is the last wedding that Katie and I will not attend. We would have been those annoying little wenches pounding on your door insisting you go out. And if you didn’t answer, ala Tom McGee at the 2003 Gator Bowl, we would returned pounding at 3am.
If you were in New Orleans, an Indian man selling cheap fishnet hats would have come up to you and given you a ticket for being a party pooper. This in and of itself is not so funny, but try saying Party Pooper with an Indian accent and, bam, you have instant hilarity.
Kudos to Angelo for being the resident officer at the scene of the crime. To the guilty party’s involved, I have high expectations for October 13-15.
