We went to Dr. Sexy and Yuenk’s wedding reception last week. Between the tender stuffed cornish hen, Yuenk’s three wardrobe changes, bouquet AND garter tosses, multiple toasts and the bridal brunch the next morning, it was your basic dream wedding that everyone sees in their mind’s eye. My parents are unwilling to offer any assistance for mine, so I will probably not have a “real” wedding, but that’s just life.
It’s funny, at a wedding you never really get to talk to your friends, you’re always stuck with a strange person at your table (in our case, a breakdancing American), and you always see the groom proclaim to his bridde, while riding piggy-back on the best man, “I am your robot”. OK, maybe not the last one, but you get the idea.