Yesterday, Mrs. C & I went to the wedding of one of her really good friends, Psycho (actually very close to her real name... and personality). Psycho is one of those friends you always want around to keep things from getting boring, yet you're always worried that you'll end up in a strange part of town late at night (or in jail) when you go out to hang. Basically, one of the most essential friends you can have.
Psycho and her new husband, J have had a long and interesting relationship, as you'd guess. They dated, fought, broke up, filed assault charges, made up, got back together... lather, rinse, repeat...
As I said, Mrs. C and Psycho are really good friends, not best friends, but they're pretty close. During one or two of the times when Psycho and J were on a break, Mrs. C ended up somehow being the reluctant "wing-man" when Psycho wanted to go out to find a revenge date.
However, all those ups and down aside, J and Psycho finally decided it was time to settle down and yesterday, they became man and wife.
The wedding went smoothly enough. No fights or drama of any kind. In fact, Mrs. C and I got a little bored after a while. I mean, this was Psycho after all. We were expecting to at least see one fight. Especially after Mrs. C described Psycho's new mother-in-law. Even Mrs. C wanted to smack her when she met her for the first time yesterday.
Nothing! Everybody behaved themselves. Lame! On top of that, the host, one of the pastors of the church, promised to have things moving quickly.
Mrs. C: (Looking up from her cell phone) Are they married yet?
Me: Nope. He's telling some story about his childhood... I think.
Mrs. C: Groan!
I was wearing a new shirt and, as new clothes often have, there were a few loose threads here and there. I noticed one sticking out of my cuff. It was pretty long and eventually I began to distract myself with it. Without realizing it, I made this...
A hangman's noose... I think that about summed up how I felt. I showed it to Mrs. C.
Mrs. C: Ass.
That was just a front. She was smiling when she said it so I know she got where I was coming from.
After the ceremony, as the tradition goes, the wedding party went to a scenic spot in the city to take some photos before heading to the after party (aka: wedding reception). We all went to the courtyard of this hotel by the waterfront that was the new popular spot to take wedding photos.After a while we got tired of this too, especially Mrs. C. Her new shoes weren't broken-in yet and not very forgiving when it came to long periods of standing.
Mrs. C: My feet are killing me!
Me: So you've said... like five times now.
Mrs. C: I can't take these shoes anymore. I'm taking them off.
Me: Go ahead, just... Wait! Where'd you go?
Mrs. C: Ha-ha! Very funny.
Of course, I had to get a picture of the reason for that little exchange...
|Holy crap! That's a lotta heel!|
|She insisted I get the good side.|
In all honesty, can you really blame me! My wife just sank 4 inches into the ground! She owns other shoes with the same length heel, but it always seems to catch me by surprise.
The rest of the day went pretty uneventful. The pastor that hosted the ceremony also emceed the after party (Outstanding!)This time, he promised he'd keep the speeches short.
He lied again.
Food was served, the DJ sucked, we ate, mingled a little bit and left. Personally, I think that's the last wedding I want to go to for a long time.