Runaway Groom
The day I learned he was getting married I went out to a dive to drink alone and put the past to rest once and for all. On my 2nd beer and 4th shot of tequila I saw him at the other end of the bar where he was having his bachelor party and stared until he looked up. We maintained eye contact far too long, but neither of us made any other move. With nothing more than a gentle flat handed stroke across the lap of one of his groomsmen, I got the date and time and place of the wedding. I wasn’t...