Wow! How wrong I was!
I expected the wedding and reception to be a particularly grueling
affair, what with the no alcohol rule and my not giving a shit about
going to a wedding in the first place, so imagine my surprise when I
found myself totally drawn into the whole spectacle of two people united
in holy matrimony for the rest of their fucking lives and then finding
that people I know can be really, really fun without benefit of liquor
or mind-altering substances.
Things did get off to a bad start when the woman started whining about
how we were going to be late and how I "had better not ruin this night
for her" to which I responded with "Oh, don't worry about me. I'll sit
in a fucking corner somewhere and mind my own fucking business".
Got the silent treatment for that for about 1/4 mile and then it was
time for her to spout off the directions so we wouldn't get lost.
We arrived with plenty of time to spare, people that knew complimented
me on how good I looked to which I replied "I know" which got a good
laugh or two and then into the actual church part of the church we went
and, shockingly, I didn't burst into flame.
It felt that I was about to shed a tear during the candle lighting
ceremonies (I think there was something like 50 and I so love fire),
when the bride walked down the aisle, during the bible spouting
portions, during the actual wedding ceremony thing, during the violin
solo......hell, during the whole thing I felt that I was going to cry.
Wedding over and I was able to hold back most of the tears and off to
the reception we went and I'm proud to admit that I've made some new
Okay, let's get to the reality of the whole thing now. By now the woman,
if she actually decided to read this, would have quit a paragraph or two
above so it's safe.
I've been to weddings before and they've bored me. This one was no
different. Yada, yada, yada, love, love, love, blah, blah, blah, forever
and ever AMEN. Four words for those interested in getting married:
Justice of the Peace. They're quicker, they cut through all the bullshit
and get to the meat of the matter.
But I've never been treated to a violin solo at a wedding so it was
something new. However, it would have been nice if the soloist knew how
to play the damn thing. At first I thought it was a retard who was being
given some sympathy time since they wouldn't have been able to walk
straight enough to be a bridesmaid or flower girl, but there was an
absence of the wide eyes and sloping forehead so retardation wasn't the
I felt blood trickling from my ears it was so bad. I think it affected a
couple people in the audience too because I saw them twitching
uncontrollably. I wish I had a recorder, I could make some money off it.
It was William Hung horrible.
Actually, the more I think about it, the more I realize a retard would
have played much better. There were more screeches than one season of
"Saved By The Bell". I'm telling you, it was horrible. Trust me on this.
Then to the reception we went where we had to sit around and wait for
the bride and bridegroom like they were fucking special or something.
However, since the reception was being held at a country club and most
golfers are drunkards, I just knew that somewhere there would have to be
And there was, directions happily supplied by one of the waitresses.
Four of us took off to the bar and I downed a couple beers and we had
the bar tender (thanks Elyce!) fill a couple of styrofoam cups with
stiff drinks which we smuggled into the reception and proudly presented
to the father and stepmother of the groom who just so happened to be my
woman's parents which meant I actually had a good table (whatever).
The guests of honor arrived and dinner was served (which I didn't want
since, gee, I wasn't hungry) and then I got the hankering for more
alcohol. This time there was eight of us that went down to the bar, but
this time I only had a beer and a half. I did bring a disposable camera
that just happened to be sitting on our table at the reception so I
could take some nice shots of people having fun in the bar, something
that the bride and groom can cherish for many, many years to come.
Back to the reception and the dancing had started and they had the bride
and groom dance and then the parent of each and so on and so forth and I
was told I had to dance and I refused. Oh, they tried and tried and I
refused and refused and finally won.
Then it was back to the bar. This time it ended up with about ten people
and some had actually brought glasses from the reception which were soon
filled with alcohol and smuggled back. This almost drove me to tears,
the way that people adapted to the situation and all. It was wonderful.
Had three more beers and then it was back to reception where we found
that most everybody had left. Therefore, it was time for us to leave
And that was that.
P.S. I didn't ruin the night, in case anyone's wondering.
COMING NEXT: I think I have a plan