Wedding Stories pt I
In honor of Houdini Tarantino, this story is all out of order and not likely to make any sense at all.
Several hours after the wedding reception ended, several of of our gang were hanging out in the sitting area of the bridal suite. It was mostly the old college crowd with a few exceptions. After an hour we noticed there was a guy in the room that no one knew and he was barely able to stand up he was so drunk. After not saying a word to anyone the whole time, he promptly announced that he had had a great time but was going to bed. After the door closed behind him I asked, "Was that Quenton Tarantino?" Everyone agreed the unknown guest did look a great deal like the director/writer/loon.
The drunken party banter continued for a few minutes and then I noticed that Quenton had returned. But how? No one saw him come back in the room. A short while later, he announced his departure and left. Twenty minutes later, the incident repeated itself. I commented that the guy must have had some magic powers or something and someone must be summoning him to the room somehow... like the were rubbing a magic lamp and shouting "Puffin Shunt!" I didn't say puffin shunt, I said Pulp Fiction... but the groom's sister thought I said puffin shunt and for some reason thought that was funnier. The beer was taking hold I think.
Five minutes later... Tarantino came back, and then quietly left. This time I ran to the door and looked down the hall after him... but he was gone. An escape artist... Houdini Tarantino I dubbed him.
We decide to leave the bridal suite and let the newly married couple sleep. We headed down the hall and rang for the elevator. DING The doors parted and standing there was none other than Houdini Tarantino. I screamed. Houdini quietly said goodnight as the doors closed. My friend with a digital camera came running down the hall hoping to get a picture of Houdini, but the doors closed before he got there. On a whim he hit the elevator button and the doors immediately openned and Houdini was standing there looking baffled. He stammered, "I didn't make the doors open." My friend snapped a picture and the doors closed again.
We then spent twenty minutes pressing the elevator buttons to see if we could resummon Houdini Tarantino... but alas he was gone.