Something humorous about accompanying your spouse to a wedding of his friends. Which is what I was doing for the entirity of yesterday. It was a blast, truly a fantastic group of people. But for the most part, my job was to smile, try to remember peoples names and say mild, creamy phrases. I was an adornment for the day.

This was fine, and expected, until I was standing between a couple of Scott's pals who were completely hilarious. One fellow in from out of town mistakenly lead his date smack into the middle of the rehersal dinner which he wasnt invited to (at a restaurant), stayed the whole time and purportedly left his jeans there. He had to go retreive them that morning. We stuck with them for the rest of the day, and this is largely how the conversation went:

Me: Could you believe that sermon?
Gang: No, I couldn't!
Me: So surprising for a traditional Catholic wedding-- I mean, the priest must have mentioned "hot sex" about 7 times! I think 'Father Randy' has a thing for the bride.
Gang: [Silence]
Scott: Seriously! Father Randy was all fired up today!
Gang: Mwahahahah! Father Randy! [more jokes, laughter]

It wasn't that they were jerks, I guess its just that they miss Scott, and want to hear things come out of his mouth instead of mine. It still bugged.

Me: I think I am going to bring back "...if you catch my drift" in dialog.
Gang: [Straw slurp...silence]
Scott: Hey, I am going to head to the bar if you catch my drift.
Gang: [huge laughs, several uses of the phrase]

It went on and on.

Now that I have established that I think I am the funniest person in the universe, I feel better. And I also feel better about the embarrassing Justin/Britney dance-off that occured in the middle of the dance floor. Lets just say that I "freaked" my husband while wearing a dainty dress and then transitioned to a pathetic robot. I should not be around people that I know are funnier than I am, it makes me insane. Obviously.