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Overview: One named Brandon Singer informed me one hour and 18 minutes before a wedding that he would not be able to accompany me as my date. Why? Because he’s an irresponsible, promise breaker who decided to be irresponsible and break his promise to me by drinking his face off (more specifically his nose, which he claimed he may have broken) the night before the wedding. Hastily, I ran through my mental rolodex to think of a geographically feasible replacement date. My first call was to my actor friend, Sheldon. He didn’t agree off the bat, but ultimately, he came through.
Part III ended with Sheldon and I at the cocktail hour and me spotting a skinny jeans wearing hipster while searching for an outlet to charge my device, aptly named the Droid Charge (because that’s how it spends most of its existence, charging). Upon sighting this should-be endangered species, I returned to my seat with Sheldon. I hadn’t seen Sheldon in quite some time. He said to me, “You gained weight. You look good. Last time I saw you, you looked like a wandering refugee.” I am not pleased with my the meatier MoMo look and am actively working on resuming my refugee figure.
A few moments later, a couple joined our table. The female was very friendly, while her male counterpart was more subdued. Sheldon is a gregarious individual. He jumped on the opportunity to socialize with these new characters. Meanwhile, I stuffed my fatter face with delicious food. I enjoyed some fried calamri, sushi, pineapple slices, stuffed clams, filet mignon and other items that I’m not recalling at the moment. The female and I took a variety of photographs with the various ice sculptures in the venue. I urged Sheldon to capture a picture of me and the roasted pig. How could I miss out on that photo op? An hour later, we were shuffled out of the cocktail hour area and into the dining room.
Sheldon and I were seated at table 9. Guess who joined us. The couple from the cocktail 
hour! Sheldon was thrilled. As others walked in looking at the table numbers, Sheldon blocked the “9” sign on our table to create confusion. Some guy asked, “What table is this?” I respond, “Nine.” He walked around aimlessly and as he returned, Sheldon flipped the nine, making it a six. The guy annoyedly said, “Is it nine or six?” I said, “Nine.” Exasperated, he walked away. Sheldon then mischievously got up and returned with something in his hand. He had confiscated the “6” from table six!! If it were anyone else, I may have been surprised by this action but through years of knowing Shellie, I’ve grown accustomed to (and even fond of) his tomfoolery. He then sat the “6” next to the “9.” 
Shortly thereafter, someone took a seat to my right. It was none other than Mr. Hipster. He was alone.
TO BE CONTINUED….
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