Our wedding lasted until about 2AM. Despite serving fabulous food, we barely ate any of it – as we were too busy dancing and socializing. In fact, we were so hungry, we had our limo driver stop for a pizza on the way home.
With the three of us (bride, groom & driver) still noshing on pizza, we turned the corner to find a camper parked in the driveway of our new house (we had just bought it four months prior). What’s more, there was a huge ho-down happening next door.
Despite the loud country music and mysterious camper, we headed inside – choosing to ignore it all at such a late hour. Unfortunately, our neighbor had other plans.
Within minutes there was a loud knock at the front door. Still (partially) in our formal wear, we opened the door and was greeted by our (very drunk, bare-chested, cowboy-hat-wearing) neighbor and twenty of his (equally drunk) friends and family.
“Congratulations neighbor!”, he exclaimed and the lot of them launched into a boisterous rendition of Friends in Low Places.
They then shuffled off en masse, still singing. We simply collapsed on the couch and promptly fell asleep. I suspect we had some interesting dreams that night.