Spilt Wine

So, Saturday I was at friends wedding, well actually, I was in it. It has been a couple of years since I last wore a tux and I have to say, I was feeling pretty damn sexy. Anyhow, as the night went on these two girls approached the groom and I. One introduced herself to me as the groom’s cousin, the other as a friend. They seemed to be pass-aggressively flirting with me but who could blame them; I was pretty sexed up and all. So, after speaking with them for a minute or so, and talking about the college they attended my good friend Scott felt the need to save me from these two girls, as if I could not handle my own. Scott interrupted our conversation with “Mike, your wife called, she needs you to pick up diapers on your way home.” After that bomb was dropped there was an awkward silence where the only thing that could be heard was the sound of cricks. It was nice to know for a short moment that I still have it, even with a shaved head.