I crashed a wedding rehearsal party many years back, 1992 or so, and had a great time. I was friends with the waiter who worked at the restaurant where the party was held, he called me and told me to get my ass over there, and to dress appropriately. I got there, he introduced me around, and I was invited to join in the festivities. After a little beer, pizza, more beer, etc. the father of the groom pulled out 2 boxes of cigars for everyone to partake. I was in line to get one, and noticed a cigar on the table so I took that one instead of waiting. I cut it, lit it, and sat back loving it. Then I hear "who the hell took my cigar!!!" Apparently, it was a 1940ish cuban that the groom's grandfather brought back from Cuba when he was in the navy. The father had one...ONE...left that he was saving for his only son's wedding. I never fessed up, but I sure as hell enjoyed that cigar. :tu :ss