Best friend gets married in a cornfield; drinks, bellows.
One of my best friends, Neal, got married a little while back. He and the lucky lady held the ceremony in a cornfield in central Illinois. Neal attended in traditional formal Scottish evening wear. He even had a dagger in his sock. He is not of Scottish descent. Nobody seemed to mind.
Towards the end of the night I misplaced my camera and ended up eating a bucket of hotwings and sleeping on someone’s floor.
December 4th, 2008 at 7:31 pm
I’ll have you know I am of Scottish descent and have traced my family tree back to 17th century Scotland. The next time I see ye yer gettin a haggis upside yer heed.