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Rating of the script Milty's Wedding Reception, Sc2
by judiverse
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Good Morning, Judi
Imagine that old Saunders, wanting Milton to see to transgender washroom facilities before leaving on his honeymoon! He needs a good kick in the rear.
"Let's form (and) arch like they do at those military weddings." ...(an)
Well, wouldn't you know? Bertha steps in and allows her son and new daughter-in-law to escape Mr. Saunders. She finally comes through with her meddling.
HAHA! LOL... and there goes Saunders, chasing them through the arch! I can picture it. LOL. The nerve of that pipsqueak!
It seems like Lance has fallen into a sweet situation, taking Milty's bedroom, private bath, and office in Bertha's home. Undoubtedly, he'll get some fabulous breakfasts and suppers there. No doubt, he'll get fattened up in no time. But hopefully, she will let him have some privacy at times.
I remember at Judy's parents' house after our reception... it felt so good to go inside and change into our "going-away" clothes. We had every intention of heading down to St. Stephen near the border crossing at Calais, Maine. We had a room booked at a motel & restaurant there. But as we were leaving the driveway, and people all waving to us, we discovered my "pals" had been at work. The horn was stuck on... blaring... and they had the defrost fan on full-blast, with confetti packed and then blowing all over the place! We were covered in it! Tin cans were tied to the bumper, and rattling behind us. But what was worse, they had pushed my emergency brake pedal on. And it was stuck. We had to pull into a service station in west Saint John because we noticed a burning smell. They released the brake at no charge... a wedding gift, they said.
So on we went, deciding to first go to our apartment in Grand Bay. It was small, but cheap... $150/month! That was 1975 prices. We changed into jeans and summer tops. (It was September 13th, so a warm afternoon.) I took a vacuum, and cleaned up from all the confetti, and then we left for a 2-hour drive to the border town. Part way along, with sun going down in the western sky, I asked Judy to pull out my sunglasses from the case on the visor ... and guess what! It was also filled with confetti! It spilled out all over the place, and I had just vacuumed! Talk about your surprises!
I enjoyed this scene, Judi. I wonder where they are going for the honeymoon? Plane? They must have a spot booked.
Nicely penned! Let Saunders look after the transgenders of the district!
Hugs,
Kimbob
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Comment Written 19-Sep-2021 |
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