Bitwrathploob goes to a wedding in Spain
hubbers posted in Departures on October 13th, 2007
When my friend Erik invited me to his wedding in Spain I had no idea that he would only send two invites for my girlfriend and I leaving poor Bitwrathploob out in the cold. I did consider leaving the girlfriend at home and even though I do wake up screaming thinking about Bitwrathploob I still thought it would be wise to take the girlfriend. Safety first and all that.
Bitwrathploob really enjoyed the ceremony. The bride and groom looked beautiful in the old Spanish church.
He made a lot of new friends.
As usual he went too far. Although I think he was a bit angry with Erik for not inviting him.
He even managed to have a piece of the deliscious cake.
And the whole time Erik never knew he was there. (except maybe later on when I dropped him on the ground right in front of him).
November 2nd, 2007 at 3:47 pm
HA HA HA!!! This is priceless. I can’t stand it.
November 2nd, 2007 at 5:18 pm
So the night before the wedding, Hubbers tells me, “Aw man, I almost brought it, but I left it at home. Oh well…” I think nothing more of it.
Later, somewhere over the Atlantic, the new bride casually mentions, “So, did you see when Rachel (actually Ania in the photo) took the BITWRATHPLOOB behind you and Hubbers took your picture?” I said, “No, that’s impossible, he said he didn’t bring it.” She said, “Oh yes he did!” Out came an uncontrolled, red-faced, fist-shaking bellow…
HHHHUUUUUBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEERRRRSSS!!!!!
The entire plane turned to look at me. I don’t know if the pilot radioed in the code for possible hijacking or not. Finally, I settled down and Marga apologized for her husband scaring the crap out of those seated nearby.
I honestly had no idea whatsoever that there was an uninvited bucktoothed rope-armed troll-haired pantsless guest at my wedding. What really blows my mind is that there are photos of the BITWRATHPLOOB with all my friends and family, none of them breathed a word about their wood bear encounter to me.
This is a particularly covert picture, and explains a lot about your smuggling methods. But this is my personal favorite. How you managed to get the BITWRATHPLOOB into the hands of Marga’s grandfather, who I completely adore, and doesn’t speak a word of English, and capture his amused reaction is absolutely beautiful.
Bravo, Hubs. The way that you tricked me is so in line with the humor of the ‘ploob that you can only be commended. Now box ‘im up and send him far far far away from me.
November 3rd, 2007 at 7:57 am
I was sooo drunk by the time we got to the last venue that I DROPPED. BITWRATHPLOOB on the floor right in front of Erik. As I scrambled atound on the floor picking up the different pieces I figured the game was up. Little did I know Erik was in equally poor shape and the entire incident went entirely unnoticed.
2. That HHHHUUUUUBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEERRRRSSS!!!!! noise is much more common than you think.
I will send him far away soon after I do a couple more small things.
Apologies to all for dominating his time so much during the last two months.