A spaghetti story.

Once Upon A Time...

There was a beautiful girl. Her name was Bryn. One day, I got broken up with, and I was sad, but I happened to go on this magical road trip with said girl named Bryn, and she spoke such words of peace and comfort to my soul, because she had recently gone through a very similar situation. She is so dear to me! So when I heard she was getting married, I was so overjoyed, and Krista and I agreed that we must go to her reception. So we did.

We drive up to highland to get to the reception, and there was this HUGE LINE OF PASTA BUFFET GLORY!! Kris immediately started to dash for the goods, but I said, no no no, we must go through the line first. So we get in line, look at cute pictures of Bryn and Kyle, and get to hug the beautiful bride!! She suggests that we go through the photo booth. So we go to the photo booth, and take a few pictures, all of which look ridiculous because the reverse camera was broken and we couldn't see ourselves. We were just cracking up the whole time, and we both looked super rough and demon-like (actually only Kris looked demon-like). So we get out of the photo booth and we are both still cracking up, and the guy hands us one of the strips of pictures. "Don't we get both of them?" Asks Krista. "Nope, the other one is for the bride & groom, but you can write a message on the bottom of it for them" So he leads us to the table with the pens for writing messages, and hands us the other picture strip. As soon as the photographer walks around the corner, Krista SNATCHES the photo strip and we quickly walk away both still roaring with laughter... Until Krista happens to run into a chubby blonde 12 year old with a HEAPING plate of fettucine alfredo. The plate just plops onto the front of his white button-up shirt... and there is alfredo all down the front. As we are both already laughing, we immediately try to stop laughing, but it is in vain. Krista is frantic and asks, "IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU AT THIS MOMENT?!?!?" And the boy kind of stutters and is like... "uhh... no... and then confusedly walks away." As soon as he walks away, we are just howling at our situation... And this big fat lady in a purple dress comes up and is like, "Well, you can start by not laughing girls!!" We are silent. The grumpy lady lumbers away to the pasta table... And we start hushedly chuckling again. "We are leaving" I say. "BUT THE PASTA!!" cries Krista. "No, Kris, hahaha we have got to GO! THE FAT PURPLE LADY IS BROODING OVER BY THE PASTA TABLE" (which is true) Kris: "Can we just... leave... through the house, on the way which we happen to walk past the pasta table?" "that lady hates us! We've got to go!!" She finally convinces me (which was a good idea, cause the pasta was SO DANG GOOD), and we quickly grab pasta and take it directly to her car where we sit and eat by ourselves.

The end.