The Wedding Day - Part Seven

Meanwhile, back at the fire, her other half, Mr. Jim is getting busy with tequila asking me if I would care for a shot of "The good stuff." Jim has a residence that he and Carol purchased near Puerto Vaharta, Mexico. He has become somewhat of a tequila connoisseur and drags the best of the best home with him when he returns. Lucky me.
Devon hears the whole exchange, and the offer of shots, and comes running. Shot glasses quickly appear and minutes later, after about 15 years of cautious waryism , 'cause my daughter is a smart gal, Jim Comley is Devon's new best friend. Hmmmmmm ... seems Dev likes tequila.

Shortly after the tequila, yours truly is passing through the back hall when I bump into Ms. Cheryl Ledamun with one of Dev's cupcakes about to take her first bite. Somehow an image pops into mind and I ask her if I may borrow the cup cake "for just a second. I'll give it right back". She says, "Sure. Why"? I respond with a very classy and stylish, "Well I think you'd look awesome with the whip cream and the cupcake all smooshed into you face and around your mouth." She stands motionless for a split second that seems like an awkward eternity where I am left thinking she's going to stuff it in mine, then she hands me the cupcake. I decide it's not perhaps my best idea of the night. Je m'excuse. I run and hide.

My next faux pas has my brother cornering me regarding the current count on the alcohol consumption. I somehow figure he is going to buy the notation that the martini I am sporting is still my first; now, a good four hours into this magical ride. We settle into the same old, same old with him insisting that I have it wrong and need to man up to reality and, ultimately change my ways when who should come wandering along but Mel and my GP. Doctor Jane. She had mentioned that she may come by to wish us well and see us off, but I thought she was kidding. Who has a doctor that performs house calls these days??!!! And right when I'm trying to 'splain to Jimbo that all is OK in the liquor consumption department. Well Jimbo sees his opportunity to press the advantage and immediately engages Dr. Jane into the fold. He begins by explaining to the Doc I seem to have a hard time counting to 10 when it comes to Martinis, cause I always get stuck at one. Well the bottom line is I ain't going to win anything in this exchange so I quickly move to the salesman's oldest tool in the shed the Bait and Switch. "So Doc, at this late point in the evening would I be best served to stick with the tried and true gin line of thinking," hinting that mixing fuels would not necessarily be a good thing, "or should I perhaps move into the realm of beer"? To my delight she doesn't suggest the "stop and desist everything" option which, in my heart, was where I thought this altercation was heading. Nope. Instead, she replies with "Beer would be better, but tonight is a celebration and you can drink anything you'd like"!!!!!!! Ha! Take that, Jimbo! I down the remaining martini, give my Doc a big hug and, taking her advice, blast off to tackle a keg of Creemore.

I am found moments later trying to figure out how to get the keg hose to surrender when it turns out that I forgot to prime the pump. This becomes clear when my daughter once again comes a' running and, in no time, hand me the most delectable cup o' the godly nectar with a beautiful foamy cap all set for the quaff. Seems Dev knows something about keggers, too. Dad's learning a thing or two about his young lady tonight.