Let me set this up for you. About a month ago, my mom gets an invitation for a wedding reception, but it's not just for her and my dad, no it's addressed to.......

Sherry, Lynn Jr., Lynn III, Ben, and Luke Wilhoite.

So the invitation is for the reception for the daughter of teacher at my mom's school. She has become a dear friend of the family since I was in the fifth grade. So, I forget about it. Today I was reinformed about it. I spent the rest of the day, muttering the phrase, "I really hate stuff like this...."

It's true... I dislike anything that falls into a big social gathering. I just don't see the point in making a big deal about stuff. Plus the bride and groom had been married for like two weeks.

The young ones and I tried to get out of it, come to think of it, my dad even tried to get out of it. However, mom won, and we went.

The highlight of the evening was when Coach Bell walked in the room. I didn't see that one coming.