Lunch drinks

As I stand over the stove cooking my breakfast I allow my mind slip back to the day of my wedding.

As Jennifer was insistent upon perfect photos, we actually shot our wedding photos the day before the wedding. This left us with an awkward couple of hours after the wedding but before the reception.

As Jennifer and I were often purveyors of the local pubs and eateries, the ladies had a crazy idea of doing a mini pub crawl after the ceremony this morning to kill the time. My best man and groomsmen had a surprise they needed to set up at the reception so they took off and left me with the "old married guys" now that I was one of them.

We find ourselves sitting at a table in Pat O'Burns, a pub in the more trendy area of town. At the table I am with my new father-in-law and my own father talking about the future. Where I was going with hockey, if I was going to finish my education after hockey, were we planning on kids right away, the typical father/son type conversations before we headed off to the wedding reception.

Playing chaperone to my freshly minted wife Jennifer, her maid-of-honour Jamie, and a few other women from the wedding party, I was watching them closely as all changed into their form fitting dancing outfits for the reception. Jennifer was playing it easy, sipping her drink from each place rarely finishing but her sister was pounding them back, often multiple drinks at each stop. With us being at only the third stop she was clearly very ****. Not fall over forget the world drunk, but certainly dance like no one is watching drunk.

Even though it was only two in the afternoon, the dance floor had been set up as one of the servers knew we were coming and was being nice. Watching the ladies dance around to some Rihanna or Beyoncé or something like that when my eyes are drawn to Jamie. As she parades around the dance floor to the heavy under beat she persists in attempting dance moves that are difficult while sober and as now being demonstrated, impossible for a drunk. After a few more minutes the predictable happens, she winds up whipping her head around a slams it against the corner of one of the dance floor speakers.

She crumples to the floor upon impact but then just as any other drunk she pops right back up declaring that she is ok. I see the cut just at the hairline and realize that it will need more attention than it will get on the dance floor. I briefly point out Jamie and explain what happened to the fathers and then excuse myself to go attend to her.

Approaching the ladies, instantly both my mother and mother-in-law are in my face stopping me from entering the dance floor, not wanting to spoil the first dance romance. Briefly I explain what happened and push past them to reach Jamie. Leaning in to Jamie I yell into her ear over the music, "Come with me, we need to clean that up and stop the bleeding before it ruins your dress."

"Oooo, you're taking me off to the bathroom on your wedding day. I don't think Jennifer would like that very much. But lets go baby, you can help me out of my dress anytime." She mumbles back in a drunk undertone.

Leading Jamie past her sister on the way to the bathroom I stop to give her a kiss which results in drawing rousing applause and cheers from the entire pub. Walking away from the dance floor Jamie stumbles a couple of times which leads me to try and support her like I would a drunk buddy. With the size difference she is immediately complaining so I end up swinging her to my front and end up bear hug carrying her, leaving us now face to face.

Realizing the scandal that would arise from a man in to woman's washroom I take her into the men's room calling out a warning as we entered. Much to my pleasure, no one was there to protest. I sit her up on the sink when she looks at me with an evil grin that I had never seen on her face before when she leans into me, "Kinky, out here where anyone walking in can catch us. I didn't think you had that in you." When she suddenly forces her lips against mine.