Um, yeah. I dated a girl from the RGV. She kicked my windshield with boots and spidered it like a body had hit it from 10 stories.CoachtobeNamed$$$ said:
My own wedding.
I flew down for the ceremony. We would take her car and drive back upstate to where I was living and working after our wedding night.
The ceremony goes fine. We have the reception at her parents house. I ask her about the car and she tells me she hid it in a neighbors garage down the street so it wouldn't get "dressed up" as I was expecting.
Things are winding down and we go outside and there's her car all dressed up. Everyone followed us out and in a jovial mood. She turns around and absolutely goes ballistic. Screaming, yelling every curse word in the book. I remember clearly everyone's mouth open in shock and their big eyes at her tirade. I was embarrassed as hell.
Marriage didn't last a year. Her own father told me months before the wedding that he felt she wanted to marry to get out of the house and the RGV. Should have listened to him.
Sex was good though.