Twin City Trouble

Dear Cousin Gobo,

The Cherry was on the Spoon....the best way to describe my recent adventure to the Twin Cities of Minneasota. I was not in Minneapolis to go sight seeing, gaze at art, nor map this lake filled region. Instead I had a greater purpose. I was to take part in a celebration....a speical holy union.....



a Marriage



The Bag, my long time good friend, finally decided it was time to start his new life with his beautiful bride. I was asked months ago if I would be a Groomsman for this wonderful occasion. Naturally, I said yes. Weddings are great! They are filled with fun and excitement. People are always happy to celebrate weddings. What's there not to be happy about? Plenty of food and drinks to consumer. Plenty of partying and dancing to partake.

Of course, there are also the Bridesmaids



Meet Chrisy and Lee, two very beautiful Bridesmaids, and very single....at least for the weekend that is. Being a Groomsman of Wedding gives you an unique opportunity to not only meet the Bridesmaids but also build a comfortable rapport with eachother. Since both Groomsmen and Bridesmaids must attend all the activities that prepare a wedding, there is plenty of time to make a connection, and to be seen more than just the man standing there across from them. That is exactally the intention of myself and my "Wing" Guido, the Bestman.



The best time and place to make this all this happen is at the reception. During all the wedding preparation is the time to ask...where are you from.....what's your job.....what do you like, dislike....are you single? The reception is when you close the deal. You must be confident, fearless, energetic, entertaining, humorous.....you must hold nothing back. Both Guido and I knew this, so we acted as eachothers' "wing". We backed up eachother, instead of showing up. We danced, we laughed, we had tons of fun with these girls. Surprisingly, it all worked.

After the reception, we walked the girls back to their hotel room, and they invited us inside.

We helped the girls take down their hair. Lee had 47 bobbie pins in her's. The girls changed their clothes, the guys removed their suit jackets and vests. There was massaging, laughing, horseplay....we were there...we were SO CLOSE, but after a few hours of this....the feeling began to fade. Everyone was starting to get tired and uninterested. What went wrong? Was it the time? The morning hours? Maybe the alcohol.....maybe not enough alcohol. Regardless, Guido and I said our goodnights, and returned to our hotel room. The both of us later agreed that there was a lack of separation. We spend plenty of time with these girls. Each one grew interested in one of us guys. But we couldn't get the two separated. This was key at that moment and we both knew it.

The next morning, Guido and I slept through most of the post-wedding brunch. We showed up close to the end of it. The girls were departing that day, we were leaving the next. Trying not to look so hungover, we smiled and talked to the others. Many questions were asked about our wild night. Apparently, everyone knew of our escapes. The girls were talking about us.....that was a good sign. The two girls came over to say their goodbyes. They told us that they had alot of fun, and we each recieved a hug and kiss on the cheek from both of them. A small victory, but victory none the less. Given one more night the posiblities could have been endless.

T.C.B., Baby!