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The dreamy story of my wedding and the days that led up to it

It all happened one fateful day back in 1957, but before I tell you about that day I should tell you about how I got to the point of finally tying the knot.

I met my beautiful bride one day at a local soda fountain. I was looking to order a seltzer from the jerk because I although I was still pretty drunk I had a terrible hangover from drinking all night with my buddies, and I figured the bubbles would calm my upset stomach and help sober me up.

Anyway, when I walked into the fountain there she was! She was sitting at the counter sipping a raspberry lime rickey and reading a book (I think). Through my hung over semi drunken haze I squinted to try and join the two images of her into one, but I wasn't quite able to focus.