Another Wedding

I went to another wedding this weekend, the difference at this one being that I didn't know either the bride or the groom. The groom was a friend of the man I accompanied to this wedding. The ceremony was nice, but the reception turned out to be an interesting experience...

Our table at the reception was composed of the "random" people that evidently didn't really fit in anywhere else. Several of the people at the table were under the age of 18, which sort of made me feel like I was at the kid's table at Thanksgiving. One of these kids, however, was able to get a drink from the bar even though he was only 17 (and looked 13!) So much for obeying the law...

One person at this table - we'll call him "Bob" - had the kind of outgoing, boisterous personality that becomes magnified upon a drink or two (or five or six, in his case). He was nice enough, but was quickly moving toward the arena of being annoying.

Fast-forward to the garter and bouquet toss. Wouldn't you know it, Bob wins the garter toss. I begrudgingly go out to the dance floor with the other single women (most of whom were about 16) for the bouquet toss. You know those videos on "America's Funniest Home Video" where the single women fall all over each other in an attempt to catch the bouquet? Pretty much the opposite happened here, in that no one made a move for the flowers. Perhaps it was because Bob was standing off to the side proudly swinging the garter on this finger and he was creeping us all out. Anyway, I tried to avoid the bouquet, but it hit me in the mid-section and fell to the floor, so I guess that means I "caught it". Knowing the tradition of making the catchers of the garter and bouquet dance together, I was not real excited about the thought of having to dance with Bob. But it got worse.

The DJ pulled a chair onto the dance floor, had me sit in it, and instructed Bob to put the garter on my leg - as far up as I would let him go. What?! Who thought up this crazy idea?! The DJ also asked if I was there with anyone, and even though several people pointed out the man I was there with, that didn't seem to deter this little "game".

Bob was kind enough to stop when I told him - at my knee - and thankfully didn't try anything inappropriate. As if that wasn't enough, then I had to put the garter on his leg! That was just wrong. And for icing on the cake, after this whole spectacle (during which my date was watching and laughing from the back of the room), I still had to dance with Bob - who, by the way, was not a very good dancer.

Thankfully the song didn't last long and my date then quickly came to rescue me. Dancing with him was a much more enjoyable experience.