Tamara: My husband was lit last night, I apologize for him at the wedding, he was plowed and loud.
Brie: I had a blast with Adam - classic Adam. He was ordering everyone bushwhackers with floaters, though ordering his bushwhackers with a submarine shot as well as a floater!
"Watching the submarine races" is a euphamism for making out (and more) in a car. It's the kind of thing a cop would say to be funny when he knocks on the fogged-up window of your chevy parked in back of the safeway to ask what you're doing there at 1am, as if he doesn't know damn well.
Cop: Hey, what're you kids doing in there? Watching the submarine races?
People in car: Gak! Where are my pants?