You had a bad day
Needless to say, weddings aren't my thing right now. So why did I go to HER brother's wedding today? For one, it was an opportunity to go to the reception inside the local Moose Lodge that I always pass on the way home. (Flimsy excuse, but true.)
Otherwise, it was just sitting with Mom, Katilynn, and her grandmother, among others listening to sappy love songs and watching people dance. (And like I told Mom, if they don't have the dance's directions in the song, I don't dance. So basically that limits me to the Hokey Pokey.)
So, question two: Why did I participate in the Money Dance? Cheap way to dance with the bride, I guess.
Several of us did notice that Matt's line was a little shorter than Ashley's, so we migrated over. (Matt is pretty strait-laced and easily embarrassed. So even a social vampire like me can appreciate the mortification of another.)
His Uncle David was ready to tango -- literally, complete with flower in mouth -- while cousin Russ got down and dirty. I did something best described as mirror-dancing. Matt and I put palms up, and danced from there. (Now I know he was joking -- I hope he was joking -- when he started yelling "Help!" Otherwise, he shot my self-esteem into the toilet.)
But I think he finally overcame his embarrassment when, egged on by the wedding party, he flipped Ashley's dress over his head in an aggressive search for the garter. Needless to say, his mother was in ShockHorrorChagrin.
Otherwise, it was just sitting with Mom, Katilynn, and her grandmother, among others listening to sappy love songs and watching people dance. (And like I told Mom, if they don't have the dance's directions in the song, I don't dance. So basically that limits me to the Hokey Pokey.)
So, question two: Why did I participate in the Money Dance? Cheap way to dance with the bride, I guess.
Several of us did notice that Matt's line was a little shorter than Ashley's, so we migrated over. (Matt is pretty strait-laced and easily embarrassed. So even a social vampire like me can appreciate the mortification of another.)
His Uncle David was ready to tango -- literally, complete with flower in mouth -- while cousin Russ got down and dirty. I did something best described as mirror-dancing. Matt and I put palms up, and danced from there. (Now I know he was joking -- I hope he was joking -- when he started yelling "Help!" Otherwise, he shot my self-esteem into the toilet.)
But I think he finally overcame his embarrassment when, egged on by the wedding party, he flipped Ashley's dress over his head in an aggressive search for the garter. Needless to say, his mother was in ShockHorrorChagrin.