Yesterday, Bruiser and her beau attended a wedding vow renewal ceremony at a local Baptist church. “It was really entertaining,” Bruiser informed me and then validated her comment with, “Amen! Tell the truth!” “There was a ton of that going on and the music was awesome,” her beau interjected. “I must admit, though not a believer, I like the energy at some of those churches. Singing, dancing, applauding, amening, stuff that keeps people on their toes,” I said. “Tell the truth!” Bruiser shouted out. “I am,” I replied.
Her beau continued to tout the music, “The groom and his daughter sang Unforgettable. His daughter’s voice is incredible.” “I’ve got video,” Bruiser told me, pulled out her phone, and hit ‘play.’ “Is he looking at his phone for the lyrics?” I asked. “Yes, they both are,” her beau advised. “So I guess Unforgettable is actually quite forgettable,” I quipped. “Amen! Tell the truth!” they both said in unison.
Bruiser then showed me pictures from the ceremony. “I like the outfits,” I told her. “They’re great, right? It was a lot of good people looking but not a lot of good looking people.” “Amen!” Beau piped in. “Tell the truth!” I followed suit.