There was a hairdresser at our table who asked someone how she knew Bruce. The lady said, “Well, I used to know him back in the ‘80s and ran into him recently, found out he was getting married, and he invited me.”

I think I heard them say that Bruce was also a hairdresser. I made a joke to my girlfriend about him possibly being the only male hairdresser who is actually marrying a woman. She nudged me because I talk louder than I should.

I told my girlfriend and her friend that if any family member asked us how we know Bruce or Leslie, the bride, we should just say that Bruce does our hair.

We finished our food, and if the movie Wedding Crashers taught me anything, it was that wedding receptions are to crash for the free food, booze, and meeting women. I already had two women with me, and the other things were now accomplished.

We told our out-of-town guest that we’d take her to see the cross on Mount Soledad before heading to the next party. The cross was on the next street over, but the gates were locked. Our guest said to me, “Isn’t your specialty getting into places you aren’t supposed to go into?”

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