I’m not impressed by “Big Weddings.” Recently, I was in a wedding party. The bride wanted a “big wedding.” She got it. They actually ran out of food, though. Even before that, I was not really impressed. One time I was at a very large wedding, where the bride’s father rented 2 (two) floors of a nice hotel so that us folk could have a nice place to recline. He hired the bartender to come back to the house (or, mansion) it was beautiful. I was impressed. I was drunk. I was young. Now, I look back and wonder if they can say the same thing as me. My wedding did not set me (us) back at all. I didn’t have to borrow a cent. That’s impressive. My wife and I got married by the “town clerk” on her lunch break. My brother and Uncle Charlie witnessed the great event. We went to Florida for our honeymoon and never LOOKED back.
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