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Disclaimer: Same story, third verse.
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Mike Sanders's flight landed into Newark Airport. He still looked the same.....short! Sean and I had met him there, which wasn't as warm as I expected. They gave each other the staredown, and proceeded to argue, which drove me nuts.
"You could have called me and told me that you were getting hitched, man."
"Why should I waste my time when you have a thorn up your ass with me?"
"I know that we lost touch, but you still could have said something. I considered you to be one of my closest friends. We don't do twisted shit to each other."
"Ok, you have a good point. Wanna get a beer?"
"Show me the way!"
That was it. All that nagging and arguing, and all of this could have been avoided with a beer?? Men, I will never understand them. Jacinda met us at our house, and we just talked each other's ears off. To make a short story quick, everything got settled, and Mike, along with Jacinda was going to be part of the wedding party.
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4 months later
Everything was going according to plan, well, except for the food. The caterers couldn't feed over 2,000 people. So, we decided to ask 2 of our good friends, Bobby Flay, and Emeril Lagasse, to do the honors of feeding them, which they gladly accepted. I personally hand picked the menu, since Sean didn't care one way or the other. Seafood, pasta, and meat all across the board, along with a 10-tier cake, which had to be broken down into 2 cakes to prevent the towering masterpiece from becoming one big disaster.
The guys tuxedos, according to Chris, were great. The dresses were ready, except for Gabby's. Hers had to be let out, due to her pregnancy, which she finally told Chris about, due to the fact that she was getting too big to hide it. As I always knew, he was so happy. They had a sonogram and comfirmed that it was a girl. Gabby was too thrilled, Anyway, sorry for getting off the subject. My dress looked horrible. For ten grand, it looked like a prom dress from 1972. I wanted the dress to be off white, it was light yellow. so, those dressmakers had exactly 3 months to get it right. Other than that minor problem, everything was fine....until I got fired. I won't say fired, I'll just say that according to Vince, I was no longer needed at that point in time. I told Sean about what Vince had said.
"He basically fired you."
"I know this. Thanks to the one above, I can go to my old job. It's no big deal anyway. It'll be like old times."
"That's not the point. Did he even say why?"
"Something to the effect that someone wasn't too happy about a spread that I shot, and that it wasn't acceptible to the business. He never said who, so I chalked it up to just political bullshit."
"You're taking this mighty well for someone who just got fired."
"I knew that it was going to happen eventually. Just as long as you kept your job."
"Do you know whose shoot it was?"
"I have an idea. I only did 4 for the magazine. The rest of them were from the house shows. Since Eddie and Chavo didn't complain about them at all, and Stacy and Benoit loved theirs, it could only be one person."
"Who would that be?"
"Jazz, the man beast. She never liked me, so I'm not surprised that she would complain. I tried to take good shots of her, but it's hard when you don't cooperate."
"As in...?
"As in not looking like a man. Anyway, I got papers to sign and a bag to pack. I'll see you when you come from Detroit."
"Sure thing. "
We parted our ways. I, till this day, is still not bitter. It paid well, but I had to travel alot, plus I had to deal with the wedding. Being grounded is what I like. I took my place back at the Model Studio as the senior photographer, which paid a whole lot more than what Vince did. Sean had his touring schedule, so I was left to handle the rest of the wedding plans with Gabby. He knew what was going on, so he trusted my good keen judgement.
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The Bridal Shower.
Gifts on top of gifts!! I haven't seen so many gifts since my 21st birthday. Among all of the gifts I have received, I now have, tons of lingerie, 4 sets of handcufs, and a whole bunch of kikny stuff that I can't mention right now, since I never opened them. Anyway, we noticed Paul's ass creeping around the side of the house. I guess Gonzo wasn't laying around with his plan. Along with Paul, there was Jay, Andrew, Kevin, who by the way, is obvious because of his height, Mike, Mark Jindrak, and Johnny Stamboli. Sean, dragging behind, was trying to slowly open up the door. We had the intercom on in the kitchen, where we heard them devising their plan.
"Shh. There's the cake, guys."
"Who's getting in it, again?"
"Jay, you get in."
"Dude, I'm not getting in no cake! Andrew, you do it!"
"That cake is meant for a shorter person. Mike?"
"Y'all want me to set it off?"
"Yeah. Set it off!"
"Sean, you got the stuff?"
"Johnny got it. You got the camera?"
"I gotta get a copy of these pictures! We all do."
"Paul? Did you at least get the seltzer?"
"Oh, you know I did. Let's do this!"
While these bumbling buffoons were setting of their silly plan, we were in the living room, holding back the laughter. I was too tickled. All the girls had Super Soakers ready and waiting to fire. Too bad Mike was gonna be the target. "Can somebody get the cake?" Trish yelled, as we were too busy laughing. Then, we heard Johhny whisper, "Mike, they want the cake! Get in, Bro."
"Let them have cake."
As we heard those goofs scamper, Trish and Ashley went to get the cake. That was our cue to lock and load the water guns. When they brought back the cake, Trish cued the music, as we all cheered. The music was playing, Mike Sanders, the most gullible person on the face of the planet, pushed the top of the cake off. When he popped up.....
AGH!!! WHAT THE... AGH!!!!!!!!
Mike was getting soaked down to the skivvies. We didn't stop until all the water was gone. The aftermath was grusome. My living room was now an indoor pool. Mike was looking like a wet poodle, and you heard them running to the living room, Sean in the front.
"What the hell? Oh, damn!" Paul was a few seconds behind him, as well as the rest of the clan, with Kevin holding up the rear, and in amazement, had let out a loud, hard laugh
"Whoa! We've been had."
"Donnie, what happened in here?"
"Well, first off, you guys are so stupid! Didn't you think we would figure out that you would trash my bridal shower? Secondly, if you're gonna get a rally going, trynot to be so obvious. Last but not least, try not to leave a message about it on an answering machine." All the guys turned their heads and looked at Jay.
"What, dudes? I only did that to Andrew."
"Which Stacey heard, Slowbro. I never pegged you guys for geniuses, but, damn, this was a flawless plan."
While everybody was there, we just decided to keep the party going, after we mopped up the water, of course.
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To Be Continued..............................
Disclaimer: Same story, third verse.
*********
Mike Sanders's flight landed into Newark Airport. He still looked the same.....short! Sean and I had met him there, which wasn't as warm as I expected. They gave each other the staredown, and proceeded to argue, which drove me nuts.
"You could have called me and told me that you were getting hitched, man."
"Why should I waste my time when you have a thorn up your ass with me?"
"I know that we lost touch, but you still could have said something. I considered you to be one of my closest friends. We don't do twisted shit to each other."
"Ok, you have a good point. Wanna get a beer?"
"Show me the way!"
That was it. All that nagging and arguing, and all of this could have been avoided with a beer?? Men, I will never understand them. Jacinda met us at our house, and we just talked each other's ears off. To make a short story quick, everything got settled, and Mike, along with Jacinda was going to be part of the wedding party.
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4 months later
Everything was going according to plan, well, except for the food. The caterers couldn't feed over 2,000 people. So, we decided to ask 2 of our good friends, Bobby Flay, and Emeril Lagasse, to do the honors of feeding them, which they gladly accepted. I personally hand picked the menu, since Sean didn't care one way or the other. Seafood, pasta, and meat all across the board, along with a 10-tier cake, which had to be broken down into 2 cakes to prevent the towering masterpiece from becoming one big disaster.
The guys tuxedos, according to Chris, were great. The dresses were ready, except for Gabby's. Hers had to be let out, due to her pregnancy, which she finally told Chris about, due to the fact that she was getting too big to hide it. As I always knew, he was so happy. They had a sonogram and comfirmed that it was a girl. Gabby was too thrilled, Anyway, sorry for getting off the subject. My dress looked horrible. For ten grand, it looked like a prom dress from 1972. I wanted the dress to be off white, it was light yellow. so, those dressmakers had exactly 3 months to get it right. Other than that minor problem, everything was fine....until I got fired. I won't say fired, I'll just say that according to Vince, I was no longer needed at that point in time. I told Sean about what Vince had said.
"He basically fired you."
"I know this. Thanks to the one above, I can go to my old job. It's no big deal anyway. It'll be like old times."
"That's not the point. Did he even say why?"
"Something to the effect that someone wasn't too happy about a spread that I shot, and that it wasn't acceptible to the business. He never said who, so I chalked it up to just political bullshit."
"You're taking this mighty well for someone who just got fired."
"I knew that it was going to happen eventually. Just as long as you kept your job."
"Do you know whose shoot it was?"
"I have an idea. I only did 4 for the magazine. The rest of them were from the house shows. Since Eddie and Chavo didn't complain about them at all, and Stacy and Benoit loved theirs, it could only be one person."
"Who would that be?"
"Jazz, the man beast. She never liked me, so I'm not surprised that she would complain. I tried to take good shots of her, but it's hard when you don't cooperate."
"As in...?
"As in not looking like a man. Anyway, I got papers to sign and a bag to pack. I'll see you when you come from Detroit."
"Sure thing. "
We parted our ways. I, till this day, is still not bitter. It paid well, but I had to travel alot, plus I had to deal with the wedding. Being grounded is what I like. I took my place back at the Model Studio as the senior photographer, which paid a whole lot more than what Vince did. Sean had his touring schedule, so I was left to handle the rest of the wedding plans with Gabby. He knew what was going on, so he trusted my good keen judgement.
***********
The Bridal Shower.
Gifts on top of gifts!! I haven't seen so many gifts since my 21st birthday. Among all of the gifts I have received, I now have, tons of lingerie, 4 sets of handcufs, and a whole bunch of kikny stuff that I can't mention right now, since I never opened them. Anyway, we noticed Paul's ass creeping around the side of the house. I guess Gonzo wasn't laying around with his plan. Along with Paul, there was Jay, Andrew, Kevin, who by the way, is obvious because of his height, Mike, Mark Jindrak, and Johnny Stamboli. Sean, dragging behind, was trying to slowly open up the door. We had the intercom on in the kitchen, where we heard them devising their plan.
"Shh. There's the cake, guys."
"Who's getting in it, again?"
"Jay, you get in."
"Dude, I'm not getting in no cake! Andrew, you do it!"
"That cake is meant for a shorter person. Mike?"
"Y'all want me to set it off?"
"Yeah. Set it off!"
"Sean, you got the stuff?"
"Johnny got it. You got the camera?"
"I gotta get a copy of these pictures! We all do."
"Paul? Did you at least get the seltzer?"
"Oh, you know I did. Let's do this!"
While these bumbling buffoons were setting of their silly plan, we were in the living room, holding back the laughter. I was too tickled. All the girls had Super Soakers ready and waiting to fire. Too bad Mike was gonna be the target. "Can somebody get the cake?" Trish yelled, as we were too busy laughing. Then, we heard Johhny whisper, "Mike, they want the cake! Get in, Bro."
"Let them have cake."
As we heard those goofs scamper, Trish and Ashley went to get the cake. That was our cue to lock and load the water guns. When they brought back the cake, Trish cued the music, as we all cheered. The music was playing, Mike Sanders, the most gullible person on the face of the planet, pushed the top of the cake off. When he popped up.....
AGH!!! WHAT THE... AGH!!!!!!!!
Mike was getting soaked down to the skivvies. We didn't stop until all the water was gone. The aftermath was grusome. My living room was now an indoor pool. Mike was looking like a wet poodle, and you heard them running to the living room, Sean in the front.
"What the hell? Oh, damn!" Paul was a few seconds behind him, as well as the rest of the clan, with Kevin holding up the rear, and in amazement, had let out a loud, hard laugh
"Whoa! We've been had."
"Donnie, what happened in here?"
"Well, first off, you guys are so stupid! Didn't you think we would figure out that you would trash my bridal shower? Secondly, if you're gonna get a rally going, trynot to be so obvious. Last but not least, try not to leave a message about it on an answering machine." All the guys turned their heads and looked at Jay.
"What, dudes? I only did that to Andrew."
"Which Stacey heard, Slowbro. I never pegged you guys for geniuses, but, damn, this was a flawless plan."
While everybody was there, we just decided to keep the party going, after we mopped up the water, of course.
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To Be Continued..............................