To the Boss:
At 1802, I texted your Mom to RSVP for your sister’s wedding reception because I wanted to see the old farts dancing together! I also told her about how Maw and Paw love to dance to their favorite waltz music “The Anniversary Song” by Al Jolson.
Maybe you can bring, umm, your girlfriend and I’ll size up both you and her together. Again, in my old blog entry, I mentioned that my “sense” (or first impression) is sorta of keen. Then maybe a few more words would narrow down the choice.
I already could see her walking in cowboy boots! Hee-haw! My bad! But I’m just “doing my part” and “putting up” to show that it’s okay. We’re all getting old and soon we’ll bite the dust and meet the Almighty maker and laugh.
I can’t wait to “get down and boogie” with alcohol! Nah. I’m a designated driver to the old farts and my eyesight is NOT good during the night because of the glare from my prescription eyeglasses and through the dirty vehicle windshield.
So I hope to see y’all there and be happy. Then again, I’m guessing that you won’t because of some sort of family feud that is going on. But that’s none of my business and I really don’t know any Filipinos here.
But the groom seems familiar. Maybe I might have seen him at church or something.
Huh,
Flynn…
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