Josh's Arrival and a Few Failed Festivities

Josh would definitely be nominated for the “Toughest Weekend” Award (ultimately he would lose out to Justin or Lucy, or their respective parents). While driving down from Branson, Missouri after two months of summer project, his beamer was barely able to make it Jacksonville, Mississippi. Because of one belt and two pulleys, his alternator, power steering, and water cooling system all stopped functioning. He made it to a Super 8 motel and then was towed to the nearest BMW dealership the next morning where the needed repairs were made. Josh arrived at the rehearsal dinner Friday night around 9pm.

Afterwards, considering that it was Justin’s last night as a single man, we grooms men planed some festivities, i.e. pranks to make Lucy laugh during their first night together (we’re horrible friends, I know). Here’s the story in narrative form:

There were nine men lounging in a room of the Holiday Inn Express. Although not particularly fancy, it was more than sufficient and greatly appreciated by the six college students who were able to spend a weekend in Destin, Florida for free. Six of the men in the room were groomsmen, two were just friends, and the ninth was the groom himself, Justin, who appeared to be working on “Thank You” notes of some sort.
An awkward and expectant silence filled the room. The Best Man, Jacob, losing his patience spoke a word of truth to the groom.
“Justin, there are two ways we can do this.”
“Do what?” Justin looks slightly confused.
“You can either cooperate, or you can be wrestled to the ground by eight guys. Take your shirt off.”
“What’s happening?” Justin asked a group of leering men he once considered friends.
“Just do it.”
Justin meekly obeyed. (The definition of meek should be noted: Power under control). The groom’s hairy chest and “happy highway” were fully exposed. Two of the groomsmen got Justin on his back and covered his face so he would be ignorant of what was occurring. Trent, groomsman and friend from Burleson clicked on the electric razor to begin shaving chest hair.
“YOU ARE NOT SHAVING MY CHEST!!!”
The meekness in Justin was gone. No one was prepared for the oncoming wrath of a man crossed. His rage can only be adequately described as that of a gorilla whose banana had been stolen. Once the towel fell from his eyes he grabbed the first thing he saw, which happened to be Jamie, a quiet and unassuming character who weighs in at 160lbs. After pitching Jamie five feet into three other guys, it was decided that the festivities were over.

Lucy, if you are reading this, realize that you are completely safe from any trouble maker with Justin as your husband.