It was 25 years ago on December 26th that my parents tied the knot. So being the first born, not to mention the smartest and best looking of their children, it was my duty to throw them a party to celebrate their accomplishment. And for some reason I decided to keep it a surprise, which was no easy feat. But after one change of venue, lots of last minute phone calls, and one pair of ripped jeans (mine)- I pulled it off. They were totally surprised and had a great time. One thing we couldn't have them do at the party however, was dance to their wedding song. Neither of them can remember what it was! Come on people, you have got to keep track of this stuff. Wedding song or not, congratulations to Tom and Debbie! (and T.J. I wasn't kidding when I said you were in charge of planning their 50th!)
Cutting their cake
The Debster, me, and Tommer Bomber
Where there's a DJ... there's Johnny dancing
1 comment:
I'm disappointed you didn't go into depth about the ripped jeans part of the story. Ah well.
Happy 25th!
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