A Toast to the Bride

The weekend before last, I went to a wedding. It was one of those weddings where you know hardly anyone. We (Me, my date and my brother) knew the bride and 1 other guest. We were seated at what was clearly the bottom rung table – next to “Bongo Player” and “Photographer” and even “Photographer’s Assistant”. This was actually fine with us. We were the nearest table to the bar and we got to giggle and make inappropriate comments without having to behave for anyone else (and the comments probably did get more and more inappropriate as the night rolled on!).

After the church service, which was relatively painless and nice and short, we headed over to this reception. We wandered around looking a bit lost before we headed into the wedding and started with a few drinks. I mentioned earlier that we knew hardly anyone there, right? That’s probably how I eventually noticed familiar looking faces from the service going into the function room next door.

We calmly finished our drinks, trying not to giggle too much, and tried to stealthily get out and head to the real wedding we were supposed to be at. Funnily enough I later ended up chatting with someone from the next function room over as we both tried to escape the heat on a nearby outdoor balcony. She said “Wow, your wedding looks like so much more fun than the one I’m at”. Then gave me a funny look when I replied with “Phew, dodged a bullet there then! Glad we left that one earlier and headed in to this one!”

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One Response to “A Toast to the Bride”

  1. Jennifer Says:

    That’s awesome. I love the “bottom rung” table – you clearly made the most of the evening.

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