With Eboogie’s nuptials just one month away,
We decided to go out in celebration of her day.
So Saturday night, we piled into the car
And found ourselves at Vaughn’s Public House Bar.
Red’s tender age threw a wrench in our plans.
Her entrance to the bar laying in her fake ID’s hands.
Thankfully, no problems ensued and we entered to room
Hoping liquor would drown out talk of missing the groom.
We settled ourselves at a dark corner table
And started ordering as soon as we were able.
Drinking beer, wine and shots, among other things
Out of our very fancy diamond shot glass rings
Midge, Durk and Meghan showed up not long after.
Our party was complete; we commenced with laughter.
There was another bachlorette party trying to steal our thunder
While drinks were bought by a gentleman from down under.
Lemon drop shots, on our table we found
Sent from a guy from Kansas who bought us a round.
After drinking and toasting, we invited him to sit
Never knowing how much we would soon regret it.
While the Midge was wishing this poor guy dead,
Eboogie and Pooh left the early and headed to bed
Without warning a contingent of familiars walked in
People from high school, we noted with chagrin.
From the Midge’s ex-boyfriend with the crazy red hair
To the cutie in English class who used to warrant my stare.
The guy who made me cry way back in 8th grade
When he threw on the floor the Valentine that I had made.
We bid adieu to the bar at the one o’clock hour.
After all, I couldn’t be hung over for Eboogie’s shower!
Gail B. would have killed me if had I had a bad headache
And I wouldn’t have enjoyed that ridiculously expensive cake.
In closing, I say best of luck to Eboogie and Moose
It is inspiring to see the amount of love you two produce.
I am glad that we got to party for a wee little while
Before you embark on that long walk down the aisle.
We decided to go out in celebration of her day.
So Saturday night, we piled into the car
And found ourselves at Vaughn’s Public House Bar.
Red’s tender age threw a wrench in our plans.
Her entrance to the bar laying in her fake ID’s hands.
Thankfully, no problems ensued and we entered to room
Hoping liquor would drown out talk of missing the groom.
We settled ourselves at a dark corner table
And started ordering as soon as we were able.
Drinking beer, wine and shots, among other things
Out of our very fancy diamond shot glass rings
Midge, Durk and Meghan showed up not long after.
Our party was complete; we commenced with laughter.
There was another bachlorette party trying to steal our thunder
While drinks were bought by a gentleman from down under.
Lemon drop shots, on our table we found
Sent from a guy from Kansas who bought us a round.
After drinking and toasting, we invited him to sit
Never knowing how much we would soon regret it.
While the Midge was wishing this poor guy dead,
Eboogie and Pooh left the early and headed to bed
Without warning a contingent of familiars walked in
People from high school, we noted with chagrin.
From the Midge’s ex-boyfriend with the crazy red hair
To the cutie in English class who used to warrant my stare.
The guy who made me cry way back in 8th grade
When he threw on the floor the Valentine that I had made.
We bid adieu to the bar at the one o’clock hour.
After all, I couldn’t be hung over for Eboogie’s shower!
Gail B. would have killed me if had I had a bad headache
And I wouldn’t have enjoyed that ridiculously expensive cake.
In closing, I say best of luck to Eboogie and Moose
It is inspiring to see the amount of love you two produce.
I am glad that we got to party for a wee little while
Before you embark on that long walk down the aisle.
9 comments:
Miss Thang notes...
One of the best I've seen in years... such rich wording, simply genius!! however, you forgot about the longed haired shman with the man (woman) purse who truely wished it was raining men.
Miss Thang...I am glad that you have finally joined the ranks of loyal blog commenter!
McDougall...Good job! I don't think that I have ever had anyone write an epic poem about me before. It is fun. Now I know why all of the celebrities read People and US Weekly!
Don't forget In Touch. I read that today. I am such a gossip junkie.
I am sad that I forgot to include that guy. But what rhymes with man purse?
That was a good try Pooh...you don't see McDougall trying algebra on the blog! :)
"It's not a man purse, it's EUROPEAN!"
[I can't believe pooh missed that opportunity...]
Pythagoras would be so proud.
I am not a math geek...
Just cause I knew that was the Pythagorean Theorem...
And I am always the one who has to separate the bill...
And I get always get asked the odds in Hold'em...
And... wait a sec...
I am a geek...
Damn.
Confession: I must admit, this whole entry is a sham... I knew I was a geek.
Ok...while I am not a math geek, I am not math retarded. I am very well versed in the transitive property. I apply that to my everyday life quite often.
However, when it comes to the check I can't be a poser. I stare at it until someone else figures it out. Sorry.
I have learned that there are two types of math geeks...Arithmetic Geeks and Analytical Math Theory Geeks.
I am definitely more of a theory geek although I can hold my own in the arithmetic arena. I have a major in Computer Engineering and a minor in Math. I loved geometry in high school, and I took a math class in college were the only numbers in the book were page numbers and chapter numbers. Until that class, I did not know that math could be done without numbers.
I helped McDougall with her math homework in high school and turns out she was the only one who got the question correct. She was ready to kill me because she had to go up to the board and write out and explain the solution even though she didn't really understand it.
Tbone is, however, an arithmetic geek. He seriously turns into Rain Man when there is some sort of mathematical computation that needs to be done. It is quite impressive!
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