*Eve*
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You know those movies that supposedly just take place in the course of one day? That's exactly how my day was yesterday. I felt that I was in a movie or something people things just got wierder and wierder in the course of a day and it't true what they say. Truth is much stranger than fiction.
Anyway, my weekend started out with me going to my parents house to spend the night because we were to attend my cousin's wedding in Philadelphia the next day. Little did I know that I would be waken up at 4 in the morning because my father wanted to get on the road early. I followed behind him in my car while my dad drove like Grandma Moses, and my little brother who was riding with me had his walkman on and he was singing every word to the songs he was listening to. By the time I crossed the Delaware state border, I wanted to throw that walkman out the window.
We finally made it to Philly after my father got us lost somewhere just outside of Pa. I ran over a chipmunk by accident and my brother started calling me death on wheels. Well, at my cousin's house there was a mad scramble of people. I found an empty bed and tried to take a nap which was not to be, another one of my cousins (the groom's sister) wanted me to fix her hair and make up because she was a bride's maid in the wedding. I told her I would do it after I took a nap, but she dragged me along with her to the shoe shop because she waited until the last minute and didn't have any for her dress, so I sat there in a chair half asleep while she went through 200 pair of shoes and she ended up choosing the first pair of shoes that I suggested in the first place. UGH!!!!!
We got back to the house and I did her hair and makeup and then she went to the brides house to finish getting ready. Then I thought I could take a nap. No, I was kicked out of the room so someone could get dressed so I just stayed out of everyone's way and eventually got dressed my self.
My aunt (the groom's mother) wanted me to drive her in her car to the church so I did only I didn't know before I got in the damn car that she was such a nervous wreck. She kept telling me to not drive so fast, watch out for that car, watch out for this. I wanted to just run into a brick wall and kill us both!!!
Finally we mad it to the Chuch where the I met....The Wedding Nazi. This lady was the wedding coordinator and what she said went. She told us where to sit what to do, shut up because we were making too much noise as if she were getting married. My mother and me decieded to defy the wedding Nazi and take a different seat. The usher told on us and she comes marching down the aisle and tells us that we're ruining everything and so in shame me and my mother move.
Just before the ceremony starts though me my mother and another cousin get brave and change seats again. Much to the Wedding Nazi's chagrin it's too late to do anything because the wedding was about to start, it was running an hour and a half late by the way. Though the wedding Nazi couldn't do anything about the seating we could feel her burning holes in the back of our heads as the wedding progressed. If look could kill, I would be dead right now.
Now the wedding it's self. My cousing was looking handome in his white tux and gold vest. My brother was one of the groomsmen, and he looked so handsome that I shed a tear. The bride was beautiful and as were the bridesmaid, the ring bearer was cute and the flower girls were adorable. Here's the kicker. The pastor was intoxicated. He screwed the ceremony up from the words dearly beloved... You could just hear the snickers in the church. Well, after that painful experience, I was walking down the ailse after the ceremony and I tripped over something. The wedding Nazi was close by. Coincidence? I think not.
Well, took my Aunt to the reception and she almost got us into an accident with her backseat driving. The wedding Nazi was there telling everyone where to sit once again. I didn't argue because frankly, I was a little scared of this woman. Well, by this time, I am almost to my limit. I was starving but of course we couldn't eat until the wedding party arrived and they were in some park taking pitures. They finally arrived and I was told to move again. Dammit, I was fed up now and just sat where I wanted damn the Wedding Nazi!!! When I finally tasted the food I wanted to gag. It was gross, so I went hungry.
The rest of the reception went smoothly, sort of. I could not believe my eyes when my mom participated in a dance called the Booty Call. That was a sight to see. Of course they played the wedding favorite the electric slide and the man that played the music thought he was Luther Vandross or someone like that. It was quite a wedding.
As the Wedding Nazi's final act of revenge, she made it so that I would be the last to get a piece of wedding cake. By that time I just said screw it, and I left with no cake.
I went back to my Aunt's house to change and leave. On my way out, I got directions to a Hogie shop because when you're in Philly you have to get a cheesstake or Hogie for the road. I found the shop no problem but would you know I get lost trying to find the highway. I end up in BFE(Bum Fuck Eygpt). After an hour of riding around I found my want home, and now here I am.
What a day!
Really there was no point to that thread, just wanted to rant but if anyone wants to share a fun wedding experience or just talk about how their labor day weekend is going so far, please feel free to share.
[Edited by *Eve* on 09-03-2000 at 09:24 AM]
Anyway, my weekend started out with me going to my parents house to spend the night because we were to attend my cousin's wedding in Philadelphia the next day. Little did I know that I would be waken up at 4 in the morning because my father wanted to get on the road early. I followed behind him in my car while my dad drove like Grandma Moses, and my little brother who was riding with me had his walkman on and he was singing every word to the songs he was listening to. By the time I crossed the Delaware state border, I wanted to throw that walkman out the window.
We finally made it to Philly after my father got us lost somewhere just outside of Pa. I ran over a chipmunk by accident and my brother started calling me death on wheels. Well, at my cousin's house there was a mad scramble of people. I found an empty bed and tried to take a nap which was not to be, another one of my cousins (the groom's sister) wanted me to fix her hair and make up because she was a bride's maid in the wedding. I told her I would do it after I took a nap, but she dragged me along with her to the shoe shop because she waited until the last minute and didn't have any for her dress, so I sat there in a chair half asleep while she went through 200 pair of shoes and she ended up choosing the first pair of shoes that I suggested in the first place. UGH!!!!!
We got back to the house and I did her hair and makeup and then she went to the brides house to finish getting ready. Then I thought I could take a nap. No, I was kicked out of the room so someone could get dressed so I just stayed out of everyone's way and eventually got dressed my self.
My aunt (the groom's mother) wanted me to drive her in her car to the church so I did only I didn't know before I got in the damn car that she was such a nervous wreck. She kept telling me to not drive so fast, watch out for that car, watch out for this. I wanted to just run into a brick wall and kill us both!!!
Finally we mad it to the Chuch where the I met....The Wedding Nazi. This lady was the wedding coordinator and what she said went. She told us where to sit what to do, shut up because we were making too much noise as if she were getting married. My mother and me decieded to defy the wedding Nazi and take a different seat. The usher told on us and she comes marching down the aisle and tells us that we're ruining everything and so in shame me and my mother move.
Just before the ceremony starts though me my mother and another cousin get brave and change seats again. Much to the Wedding Nazi's chagrin it's too late to do anything because the wedding was about to start, it was running an hour and a half late by the way. Though the wedding Nazi couldn't do anything about the seating we could feel her burning holes in the back of our heads as the wedding progressed. If look could kill, I would be dead right now.Now the wedding it's self. My cousing was looking handome in his white tux and gold vest. My brother was one of the groomsmen, and he looked so handsome that I shed a tear. The bride was beautiful and as were the bridesmaid, the ring bearer was cute and the flower girls were adorable. Here's the kicker. The pastor was intoxicated. He screwed the ceremony up from the words dearly beloved... You could just hear the snickers in the church. Well, after that painful experience, I was walking down the ailse after the ceremony and I tripped over something. The wedding Nazi was close by. Coincidence? I think not.
Well, took my Aunt to the reception and she almost got us into an accident with her backseat driving. The wedding Nazi was there telling everyone where to sit once again. I didn't argue because frankly, I was a little scared of this woman. Well, by this time, I am almost to my limit. I was starving but of course we couldn't eat until the wedding party arrived and they were in some park taking pitures. They finally arrived and I was told to move again. Dammit, I was fed up now and just sat where I wanted damn the Wedding Nazi!!! When I finally tasted the food I wanted to gag. It was gross, so I went hungry.
The rest of the reception went smoothly, sort of. I could not believe my eyes when my mom participated in a dance called the Booty Call. That was a sight to see. Of course they played the wedding favorite the electric slide and the man that played the music thought he was Luther Vandross or someone like that. It was quite a wedding.
As the Wedding Nazi's final act of revenge, she made it so that I would be the last to get a piece of wedding cake. By that time I just said screw it, and I left with no cake.
I went back to my Aunt's house to change and leave. On my way out, I got directions to a Hogie shop because when you're in Philly you have to get a cheesstake or Hogie for the road. I found the shop no problem but would you know I get lost trying to find the highway. I end up in BFE(Bum Fuck Eygpt). After an hour of riding around I found my want home, and now here I am.
What a day!
Really there was no point to that thread, just wanted to rant but if anyone wants to share a fun wedding experience or just talk about how their labor day weekend is going so far, please feel free to share.
[Edited by *Eve* on 09-03-2000 at 09:24 AM]
