Tonight the wife and I went to the wedding of two former Sports Illustrated colleagues. Was at the Yale Club in NYCâ€”great place, great wedding, beautiful bride, great cupcakes. Got me thinking about the most memorable wedding moment (not including mine) that I’ve ever experienced.
I was 23-years old, dating my longtime girlfriend and attending the wedding of one of her cousins. We were sitting at our table, eating the rubber chicken, when a man (he was a cop, I recall) and a woman (she was pretty nasty, I recall) literally began to dry hump on the dance floor. It was sort of like watching two cars crashâ€”hard to witness, but equally engrossing and fascinating. I just remember sitting there, munching on poultry, thinking, “This will scar me for decades.”
And here I am, 13 years later, scarred.
Just thought I’d share …