"uncle bruce" serenaded the blushing bride with an unrecognizable tune. (does the title really matter in such circumstances?) all i could make out was some lyric about "balls to the wall."
upon a recommendation from the groom (whether he can recall such a suggestion is questionable), i said hello to uncle bruce after his performance/exhibition.
me: hello, uncle bruce. you were great.
uncle bruce: honey, if i was thirty years younger...
ten times richer...
and five inches longer...
i'd take you home with me!
i am happy to report that uncle bruce was clothed at this point in the evening.
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