It’s always a guaranteed fun time when you get to travel out of state for a wedding. A new location means, new hotels, venues, bands and caterers. Our travel to Merrillville, IN was a blast and it left me with great story to tell.
I dropped Dan off at the girl’s prep location and I headed for the hotel to hang with the guys. There was an unforeseen problem, Neils brother mixed the hotel room numbers up.
So I arrived at room 258, or something like that, and was greeted by a guy in his boxers who said, “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Christine’s brother.”
“Nice to meet you. Is Neil here yet?,” I asked.
“Who’s Neil?,” he said.
I figured he’s joking, there’s always one goof in a bunch. I chuckle and play along. A minute passes and in all seriousness I ask, “When is Neil going to be here?”
“Dude, I don’t know a Neil. Do you have the right wedding party?”
Lucky, Neils brother called me to give me the right room number and I left a mostly naked man for an already dressed Neil.
That poor man in his boxers.