Well, the wedding was absolutely lovely, even if the call-and-response liturgy was entirely unexpected and gave me the crawling heebie-jeebies when it happened. I've never been to a church service, have never even been that terribly spiritual, and to suddenly find myself in the midst of over a hundred people droning back a monotone reply to the minister from memory was, quite frankly, terrifying.
The sad thing was that I had just started to tear up a little bit from how pretty the whole business was when that happened. After that I sort of disconnected, probably for fear that something of the sort would happen again.
The reception was also quite nice, and I got to run into a friend of mine I hadn't seen in quite a long time. I also discovered that a single glass of chardonnay is enough to put me severely off my balance if I haven't eaten anything. The solution to that was simple, though: eat summat, then drink another glass. It tasted like gasoline, but at least it was chilled.
The rest of the night was fun, frivolity, and ridiculous gyration that may or may not have been construed as dancing by those present. There was supposed to be an after-party, and a couple friends and I waited at the appropriate hotel for a time, but there was a mix-up with the wedding party's limo so it didn't get started until quite late, by which time we had already given up and decided to get some sleep.
So all in all, the whole business was successful, and I did not forget my pants.
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"Anyway, you didn't look in there, so you don't know. Nobody knows. It's like Schrodinger's Wolfman."
Monday, August 4, 2008
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I still say you might have had a better time without pants. You would have been a huge hit with the ladies!
PS They're laughing with you.
Fraser
the Accidental Survivors
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