Who Bought the Dinner?
I got married two years ago overseas because my wife is from Europe, and they have cool castles and sh*t. My (Canadian) family and friends all came over because most had never been. We’re a little older, and well off, so we splurged.
The wedding was awesome, the dinner was amazing, the reception was in full swing, and quite frankly, it was a little warm. Warm for us Canadians. Thankfully, the venue had a balcony, with huge doors.
I kept going over and opening them, as some folks were inside, some were outside, and there was a nice breeze… but… I had to keep going over because they were shut whenever I looked back.
Finally, after the 5th or 6th time, this guy followed me and demanded I keep the doors shut because it was cold inside. I didn’t know who he was, so he must have been a +1 of someone on my wife’s side, so I was mighty confused when he said, and I quote “Who the heck do you think you are keeping these doors open, and the temperature so low inside.”
“I’m the guy who bought you dinner.”
I watched him go over to my now cousin-in-law and grab his coat and almost pull her out the front door.
I thought one of my Groomsmen was going to burst he laughed so hard.