Dad: Doves. They released doves. If I'd have known, I'd have brought a hawk.
Me: Too bad Bullshark wasn't here... insert sound of cocking shotgun and a cry of "pull!"
Mom: I wonder how they get them back... they have to return them, right?
Me: What, to rent-a-dove? They don't. They're gone, Mom.
Mom: But won't they get hurt or eaten or something?
Me: Ummm . . . probably.
Mom: Maybe they're homing doves.
Me: Uh huh.
. . . .
Noticing later that in leiu of favors the bride and groom made a donation to the humane society.
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Cocktail hour: in honor of the fifth of July, cocktail hour involved hot dogs and hamburgers on a grill. And calamari, apparently an American tradition of which I was heretofore unaware.
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The doves took off so fast the photographer didn't get a picture. He did, however, shoot the empty cage. During the reception they did a slideshow of scenes fromt he ceremony we had just seen. . . and there was the empty cage, right after a shot of the B&G kissing.
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There were a lot of people in formal wear with visible tattoos. I thought I was at a Hell's Angels nuptial celebration. I am not anti-ink. But seeing the Roadrunner's head protrude above the tuxedo shirt collar on one's neck just seemed to cross a line with me.
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I have officially heard "Don't Stop Believing" one too many times this summer. This time, no Thriller.
not gonna lie, i rocked out to journey's greatest hits on the way to work yesterday.
ReplyDeleteI ALWAYS wondered about the doves too... I mean where do they go? I wonder if there is a dove colony out there for wedding doves.
ReplyDeleteThere was a Dear Abby about this recently. They aren't doves, but white racing pigeons, so they return home when they're released. :)
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