Wow. Just…wow. It’s one thing to get toasty on your wedding day, it’s another to get blacked out and have the wife filed divorce papers before Shout* graces the dance floor. Look at the eyes on her. She’s straight staring right through his soul while thinking of her exit strategy out of the hour long marriage. If his BAC wasn’t to the point where he saw 3 of her he would’ve turned to stone.
*It should be a wedding commandment that Shout is always one of the last 10 songs played of the night. If the DJ leads off with it right out of the gate he needs to surrender his iPod and punted to the moon immediately. Unless it’s this champion of the turntables. Then he’s allowed to stay.