Ahhh, June. The month of weddings. I've been thinking about weddings because I like to watch the series, "Big Fat American Gypsy Weddings". Fascinating. Young girls dressing and behaving like skanks, yet taught not to kiss any boy but their husband at around age 16. Cartoonish wedding dresses and much drama. Good times.
My own betrothal began on a camping trip with the family. It was fun staying in the camper, but because it was cold out and I didn't want to go to the facilities across the way in the middle of the night, I decided to pee in a cup. Yes, that is what I did and poured it down the sink then went back to bed. In the morning, I woke to find the Colonel drinking out of said cup. Slightly horrified, I told him what had been in the cup prior to his lips. He wasn't even slightly amused. However, we were still engaged and proceeded to tell the family at the reunion later that day. Celebrate.
Following this theme a bit, on the day of our actual wedding, we dressed in our finery at the then Columbia Tower Club. Slightly nervous and right before the ceremony, I ran into the ladies room and promptly peed on my bustle/train/bow thing that hung off my dress. Fortunately, it was made of chiffon, so I scrubbed it in the sink and tried to wring it out and pat it dry. My dad and uncle were waiting for me so I ran out and said, "I just peed on my train." We have a great picture of all of us coming down the aisle laughing hysterically. My bustle/train/bow thing dried at the altar. Again, good times.
See the common thread? Weddings and all that are just so exciting that one must express themselves.
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