Home by Michael Buble

I know, I know. You're thinking "what the heck Israel, everyone and their grandmother's nursing home assistant knows this song!" and while that may be true (nursing home assistants have really good taste in music), I decided to write a new post on this old song because I have a really good story to go with it so lets get into it. Picture this: Its my good friend's wedding. My best friend is a groomsmen, and we just got to the reception. Everyone is dressed really well, there are single ladies everywhere, and (insert cliche) love is definitely in the air (Touche). Now, my best friend is better than me at a lot of things, strategy, memorizing scripture, life.. but girls are not one of them. But he's single, I'm single, and we're at a wedding filled with single ladies. So we HAVE to talk to someone. Its the law (bro code section C: article 2-5463, amendment #5). so the whole time (independently of each other), we're scanning the crowd, making small talk, etc. so my best friend and I meet up and I ask him if he's noticed anyone. He goes "yeah, look at your eight o'clock," but me being challenged in that area, I look at my six o'clock and I'm like "aww bro, that's disgusti.. oh eight o'clock (turns to eight o'clock)... oh wow. Good eye my friend, good eye" and good eye indeed. My best friend had spotted this gorgeous blond girl who was the epitome of everything my best friend likes in a girl (I won't go into details) (get your mind out of the gutter), but she's with another one of her friends who is also quite beautiful, so we decided that approaching them alone probably wasn't the best idea. So I ask my best friend if he wants me to wing man him on this and he goes "no, I got it" (SHOCKER). So I wish him luck, go back to my table, and continue the night. Literally 10 minutes later, I see my best friend chatting up these two ladies, and not just chatting up, he was getting laughs! LAUGHS! they're walking, they're talking, they're laughing, and just having a great time. After a little while, he invites me over to the table (to wing man), and I get involved in the conversation. 10 minutes later, its time to dance, but I notice something; My best friend is having a harder time with the girl he likes and needs some help. As the wing man, it is your sole responsibility to make sure that you do as much as you can to help your man get the girl (bro code Section A: article 4-104 amendment #87), and it speaks volumes about your wing man-ning credibility if your partner fails (in his quest for her number). So, I decided to split up the group and give my friend some alone time with the girl by taking her friend onto the dance floor. During my wing man-ning antics, I discover that her friend is really cool and we actually have a lot in common. So after about two dances, we go back to my best friend and I can tell its turning into a no go for him; the girl is great but she's pretty shy etc.. For me on the other hand, its turning into a big GO. The girl and I have really hit it off and we're dancing and laughing and its great. So the night goes by fast, and its time for the last dance. Guess which song comes on? that's right kids, Home by Michael Buble (I dont know if you really answered or not, but in the Dora style conversation going on in my head, you definitely did). It was like God was telling me "son, well done. well done." it was the perfect song to end the night with because it was so smooth and I was looking in her eyes and we both loved Michael Buble. Now I won't tell you if I got her number or not (I did) but lets just say that every time I hear Home by Michael Buble, I have a new memory to go along with the song.
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