This is a secondhand story, but I gotta tell it.
This guy The Husband works with, Mick, was invited to a wedding last weekend. That’s right, Halloween weekend. Mick and about seven of his buddies thought it would be hilarious to go to the wedding in costume, as a fun little Halloween surprise.
Some sane people talked Mick and crew out of it, stuff about “ruining the bride’s big day,” blah blah blah. Mick compromised with the sane people: No costumes for the church wedding, nor the sit-down dinner, nor even the cake. Mick and company decided they would be dressed nicely for all the important Kodak moments, and after the first dance, they would disappear to don their special attire.
Mick was Gumby. His pal was a giant banana. The other six came as penguins. They happened to walk out right when a slow song came on. What could they do? The penguins paired off, and Gumby and the giant banana danced together, cheek to, uh, peel.
The bride thought it was the funniest thing she’s ever seen, the groom did not. After another few songs, he approached Gumby and told him to leave. Gumby and the rest of the costumed people left immediately (the party was winding down by this point) so as not to upset the groom further.
Now get this: Gumby and his clan went to a nearby bar to continue their own festivities (it was, after all, the Saturday night before Halloween) and who should arrive there a short while later but the bride and groom!
The groom immediately approached Mick and told him to “stop ruining” his wedding, to which Mick replied, “Dude, your wedding is over, it’s your wedding night, and what the heck are you doing here in this bar anyway?”
When The Husband told me all this, I thought: Well, when you plan your wedding right by Halloween, you might just get a guest named Gumby.