One brave dude going the extra mile to preserve the dignity of his companion after getting completely torn down celebrating the event.?ÿ
Saving himself and his clothing at the same time.
about 12-13 years ago i attended a wedding in the middle of nebraska of a distant cousin i'd never met.?ÿ the only reason i was there was because it was likely going to be (and did turn out to be) the last time that grandma would be able to make it to any kind of family event.?ÿ anyways, the guy was some kind of back-page nebraska hero: rudy-style walk-on kicker for the cornhuskers who actually got called in with 3 seconds left and won a game when the regular guy got hurt.?ÿ as a result, he was still- at the time (he was mid/late 20s)- apparently riding the wave of whatever that afforded him- one thing being somebody supplied him with a bus stocked full of liquor to transport his bride and their wedding party from whatever small town the ceremony took place, about 20 miles up the road to the 4H pavilion at the nebraska state fairgrounds where the reception was held.
so we get in the car and drive up and whatever, sit around for a bit exchanging hellos and niceties with family members i've never met, etc, etc.?ÿ maybe half an hour goes by and in walk the wedding party, fresh off the bus.?ÿ most of them headed straight to the restroom.?ÿ they were very obviously well lubricated when they arrived, but you know- as to be expected.?ÿ another 10-15 minutes go by and my then-toddler daughter says she needs to pee, so i take her to the bathroom.?ÿ what greeted us inside there wouldn't have been contained by 20 of those buckets, let alone 1.?ÿ it looked like something out of a horror movie, and smelled even worse.?ÿ i don't remember i ended up dealing with girlie needing to pee, needless to say she didn't do it in the men's room of the 4H pavilion in grand island, ne.?ÿ those kids kept on trucking, though- we were there a couple hours and they'd switched to hamm's and were knocking those back like they had a deadline to meet.
If they get to keep the feed buckets from the reception, someone must've married upwards