Here's me and the mother of the bride, Brenda:
We were in the hall shortly before the wedding, and in true Southern fashion, a hip flask full of whiskey was being passed around. Mel had a nip, then I realized I needed a nip before I read one of the lessons so I ran into the room filled with bridesmaids and the bride to see where that hip flask had gone to. Turns out the bride had it -- "Just let me hold that for you a second," I said.
The wedding itself was beautiful. I had a great seat on the side because I had to do a reading so we got some wonderful photos:
I had practiced my reading over and over in the hotel room so I was ready. The priest told me the day before to project so I did my best. Here I am:
Brenda said she would seat me and my husband together so when lightning struck the church when I read scripture, it would just zap the both of us and do the least damage to the structure of the building -- it would have been worse if it had to strike in two locations within the church, you see.
I have been missing the South so much and now that I'm older, I can think about where we should live when the kids are gone. I know I have to keep a small place in England for many reasons but then Mel and I think -- should we live in California? The weather is so good there, no humidity, ocean, etc. But we know very few people there.
But I've spent the week with such loving friends and companions -- it's made me feel a part of a community again -- so when the priest talked about 'growing old in the company of friends,' I thought YES! that's what I want to do.
12 comments:
What a splendid day! Congrats to the newlyweds. Enjoye your time with Brenda et al!
Yes, but was there any DANCING?
And mate, by the time you decide where you're going to retire, you'll probably have already been retired 10 years.
Natchez is SO much better than California!
Katie, "was there any DANCING?"---just wait until you see the video, my girl! There was a veritable tsunami of arms, legs, and rear ends flying around that dance pavilion! Your mother's back was miraculously healed (power of God, who probably blessed her for not mispronouncing anything:):)
I think her new nickname should be "Lumbar Disco."
It was all perfect, and we had a great time. Wish you'd come! There were some really cute guys floating around...
Oh goodness, was your friend sea sick, or is just the reflection of her dress on her toilet paper colored skin?
PS what is with the cinder block walls? Was the wedding at a prison?
The cinder block walls were from a little hall where people went to change before the wedding -- it wasn't used for the ceremony!
Such lovely people one meets on your blog, Elizabeth! Just when there seems to be no *gentilesse* left in the modern world, a perfect stranger offers a compliment to brighten the day. I do wish this nice person had been more brand-specific, though. I like to think of my skin as "Charmin" in tone.
Find out who this clever wordsmith is, and send him/her a large box of Mr. Brain's Pork Faggots!
Ha ha -- this exchange made me laugh out loud. I didn't really understand the insult so went looking around to see who had toilet paper skin....
Why, girl, it's all the rage over here! Simply moisten several sheets of good-quality bathroom tissue (preferably white, but pink or blue for special evenings out might be nice) and apply to your freshly-washed face. Does a smashing job of hiding those wrinkles (not that you and I have any of those:):)
So, is it Elizabeth or Brenda who has the toilet paper colour skin?
And what colour is toilet paper, anyway?
Speaking as the one who took the photo, I can assure y'all that they both have skin I'd be delighted to have touching my backside...
It's ME with the delicate pallor, Mel---Elizabeth will have to settle for having sourpuss readers compare her visage to another paper product!
We will both kiss your backside in gratitude for your chivalry. I'll let Eliz start, as she's already near you...
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