Great mate of mine was Peter the butcher, he was one of those happy go lucky people that you always find in any social group, always had a smile on his dial, could tell a yarn with flair and best of all in a mixed group he was polite to women, he was a Batchelor in his mid forties.
Pete loved having a beer or two, but could handle it well , drunk or sober he was the same happy person, sometime after he had joined our social club he met a woman named Pam, they became a couple and moved in together, from then on they were known as the 2 p's ( Pete and Pam ) some would look at this as meaning 2 piss pots as they would hit the booze together.
Sometime after this Pete told me they planned to to get married, would I be his best man, certainly I replied, when and where , he gave me the date and it was to be held at “skinny” Carols house, he would like us to wear casual clothes but with a sports coat, don't have one I said but will buy one, $30 later I bought one, oh well special occasion .
The wedding day arrived, when I got to Carols there were a lot of cars out front so I parked near a driveway and went into the house, there were streamers and balloons for decorations all over and more decorations out the back where the celebrant was to conduct the wedding so everything was looking dandy only thing was the 2 ps were well and truly on the way to being drunk, Carol was the same and the guests were already heading that way. Luckily by the time the celebrant arrived, along with another sane person, between us we had the 2ps reasonably sober , but Carol was a singing drunk and would not shut up. What a bloody schemozzle, some one dragged Carol into the lounge room with a promise of a bottle of scotch , I got the happy couple out to the celebrant and they were married with much hulabaloo, they sighned the registry book and the celebrant beat a hasty retreat and boy oh boy I certainly earned a drink. Hung around till they cut the cake and Pete made a speech or rather mumbled a reply to mine, gave them my best regards and left. But wait there;s more getting back to my car I found a parking ticket for $20 and so did everyone else who had parked , had a look and there was a sighn no parking between between 9am -4pm weekdays , that bloody parking inspector , usually its says mon – fri this one didn;t so all in all it cost me-$ 50 oh well such is life