When my sister was married, about 30 years ago, it was a very simple affair. My family attended, and the officiant’s family attended, and that was it. We had the ceremony in the church, hugs and congratulations in the parking lot, and then my sister and her husband left for their honeymoon. We had all enjoyed a nice meal together at a good restaurant before the ceremony, in lieu of the standard reception, since the ceremony was scheduled for just after lunchtime.
What I remember most about the wedding, though, is what happened when the officiant said, “You may kiss the bride.” My brother-in-law kissed my sister, for a long time. A really long time. So long, in fact, that the officiant’s young son got bored and started singing a commercial jingle.
“Kiss a little longer with Big Red!”
We all burst out laughing, and it is a happy memory for me to this day.
I thought you would enjoy a story about rudeness that actually turns out happily. I must admit, though, that if the wedding had been large, with many witnesses, the officiant and his wife probably would have been heartily humiliated by the boy’s action. As it was, though, it has the nostalgic feel of a shared experience between friends.
Oh, another thing that made this wedding interesting: It was my brother-in-law’s second wedding. His first marriage had started on a bad note, and went down from there. You see, his ex-mother-in-law insisted on going with them for the honeymoon! Yes, really! So, when he married my sister, he was adamant on telling absolutely NO ONE (even including her) where they were going, just in case someone tried to follow them, and book rooms next to them at the same hotel. Yay, spine!
Fortunately, my parents were quite sane, and had no desire to do anything of the sort. Ew. So, the polite spine was not actually necessary in this case. Still, I’m glad he had it, the second time around. We learn and grow.
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