At the hockey game.
We're tickeld because Garry is over the moon for his sweetie, and if she would agree to get married on the ice at a hockey game for the texan-hockey nut? It must be love. It was part of a radio station promotion, so there were 103 couples doing the deed, including one guy dressed in a turkey suit. Whatever.
Garry looked sharp in his suit, Shannon was pretty in her polka dots, but as the hockey game went on, I became distracted.
Down in front, right up against the glass? I swear he looked like Biff Henderson. It may have been the baseball hat, it may have been the big earpiece.
The Honey was laughing at me as I snarled obscenities at the bloonde who kept blocking my photo. But I got him, Not until the game was over, and you can't see his earpiece, but I got him.
Not sure who Biff is? He's Letterman's Stage manager guy:
The Honey says it could just as easily have been James Earl Jones and maybe white girl should shut her pie hole.
I'm such a dork. ARGH! I'm a bad dork, though, 'cause I missed the Dorkteenth. Shit. Consider this my Dorkteenth confession.
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