We're all blessed to be able to enjoy the Lakers, day in, day out; whether it be the off season, the season, or the post season. There's always either an abundance of news concerning them, or enough information to keep one addicted until the next Laker floodgate opens and a trade is announced, an Andrew Bynum is put on ice for a few months, a Sasha is burned by a fellow Slovenian, a Ron Ron rescues an orphanage of children from a house fire wearing nothing but his boxers and his 2010 championship Lakers jersey he never took off, or (I know, I know, this one's kind of mundane; expected even) Kobe hits another game winner. Game winners. Kobe. Yawn. Thank you LA.
But you see, this website is also "a big deal." I feed my monster here; I sate my addiction. Google Chrome knows this, and it simply defaults to SS&R if I type an "s," a "w," or even an "h" (http:// for you nerds like me) whether I be on my home, work, or my girlfriends computer. Girlfriend? Wait, what? Yea, I've gotta fix that. Why? This SS&R junkie just got married: yes, a beautiful fall wedding.
Ahh... the ol' two becomes one deal. I'm sure a couple of you embarked on that journey a long time ago yourselves! Well, my time came, and it was a joyous occasion!
But, not only did I get married, I put on the ol' ball and chain with a purple and gold twist. Little did I know, my wife to be planned a small surprise for me in the form of grooms cake(s) and little basketballs and Laker cozies all over the reception hall. People (children and young adults; everyone but the old fogies) were playing faux basketball, pictures were taken, and merriment was had. How could I not share the joy with my fellow SS&R addicts? I just had to.
First off, yea, we hit that aisle, attached said ball and chain, and I walked/drove in a rather docile/thankful/relieved manner to the reception. Alas, at the venue, what surprise did I encounter? My grooms cake was excellent! My wife was happy, then furious, as she stormed to find out who neglected to follow her instructions of making Kobe #24 and Ron #15. I soothed her and told her it was still absolutely perfect, and the joyous celebration continued. Secretely, I was mostly impressed she knew of the Ron Ron number change (She actually listens to me when I talk basketball!?? Poor Her), I was also unsurprised the cookie cake people didn't bother to consult her notepad because... well... people are lazy.
These were in several places...
As were these!
Of course, the brides cake...
We ate and drank and dance and drank and ate and danced!
Sadly (Happily, for me), the time to depart has come, and I thank you guys for sharing this occasion! Have a wonderful day!