John Travolta recently met a couple in a bar in Georgia and crashed their wedding the next day. What a treat! The couple would probably have forgotten all about their wedding day in a couple of months if it weren’t for the memorable and unexpected addition of John Travolta. I feel like when you run into John Travolta at a bar, you get a photo with John Travolta, for sure. Hey man, life is short, go out there and make some memories! And I guess if you’re getting married the next day, you probably do drunkenly invite him to the wedding. But, like, think of how many times you made drunken plans to get BRUNCH the following day and everyone thought better of it the next morning? This is a wedding, John Travolta. If it helps you, pretend it’s an ill-advised brunch. Either way: don’t go. By the tenth photo the family was like “OK, great, and now let’s get one without John, you know, just for the grandparents. John, I’m sure you understand.” John just smiles and runs his hand through his thick, natural hair. No problemo! Two thumbs WAY up! Ugh, can you even imagine? You know he was out on the dance floor recreating the Jack Rabbit Slim’s scene from Pulp Fiction and everyone’s just POUNDING their drinks. “That’s great, John. Thank you so much for coming!” He probably made them do the chair dance a second time with him in one of the chairs. He probably gave a toast and it was probably terrible.
Not that a celebrity crashing your wedding is automatically terrible. I bet there’s a good one out there. If I was getting married, I would want Chris Pratt to crash my wedding and be my best man. Or maybe Maggie Smith IN her Lady Dowager Countess of Grantham outfit, raising a glass and an eyebrow. Right? That would be good. John Travolta. Get the hell out of here. Gas up your jumbo jet and take a hike. But if you see John Slattery, tell him that Hannah Simone and I saved him a piece of cake. (Via FilmDrunk.)