Everyone Needs an Elvis Impersonator at their Wedding!
So my best friend got married today after having to cancel the wedding twice. Factors in the last minute freakout cancellations:
- the groom's father was on his deathbed from internal organ gangrene caused from a hemmoroid surgery gone bad
- the bride's sister-in-law, while on vacation, leaned over in the bed to turn off the alarm, pinched a nerve and became completely paralized from the waist down
-- the flower girls both developed a raging case of pink eye
-- the singers decided to fly to romania for charity work
Both of them began looking for signs of the apocolypse.
Anyway, the father was finally comatose but alive, the sister-in-law was able to walk long enough to get to the airport and fly home, the girls took meds, and the singers were replaced with an Elvis impersonator who had to fly to Vegas an hour after the reception.
And through all of this, all I had to do was get up and read a bloody Kahil Gabran poem without blubbering my eyes out....And I couldn't do it. I got up there with my fluttery dress and mascara and composure and just broke down like a two-year-old. I'm so embarassed...
But the wedding was beautiful. Short and beautiful and, most importantly, OVER. Just when you think all the signs are saying it wasn't meant to be, it happens and nothing dastardly happens...except your best friend leaves a snot trail back to her chair. ;)
- the groom's father was on his deathbed from internal organ gangrene caused from a hemmoroid surgery gone bad
- the bride's sister-in-law, while on vacation, leaned over in the bed to turn off the alarm, pinched a nerve and became completely paralized from the waist down
-- the flower girls both developed a raging case of pink eye
-- the singers decided to fly to romania for charity work
Both of them began looking for signs of the apocolypse.
Anyway, the father was finally comatose but alive, the sister-in-law was able to walk long enough to get to the airport and fly home, the girls took meds, and the singers were replaced with an Elvis impersonator who had to fly to Vegas an hour after the reception.
And through all of this, all I had to do was get up and read a bloody Kahil Gabran poem without blubbering my eyes out....And I couldn't do it. I got up there with my fluttery dress and mascara and composure and just broke down like a two-year-old. I'm so embarassed...
But the wedding was beautiful. Short and beautiful and, most importantly, OVER. Just when you think all the signs are saying it wasn't meant to be, it happens and nothing dastardly happens...except your best friend leaves a snot trail back to her chair. ;)