Wheels Within Wheels

There's a reason I encouraged the Bunny to get a blog. And a reason I keep pimping it. Such orytolagustic goodness shouldn't be limited to our circle of friends. All should hear of Bunny's Midget Axiom and thrill to his wedding exploits:

Although I don't remember doing so, evidence has it on good authority I went to all the bridesmaids and convinced them to dance with each other. I then grabbed a piece of wedding cake, an additional drink, and went out to the dance floor where I simply stood there, eating cake and drinking bourbon, watching them dance. Oh, and trying to get them to smell each other. Go figure. Oh yeah, and the after-party at McGarvey's was pretty much the same. I vaguely remember the bartender telling us we had polished off thier bourbon as well. Eek.

Truly, it's not a wedding until the bourbon is gone and the bridesmaids have been scented.