Wedding

My friend Chris forgot his lines at his wedding Saturday night. Chris plays the bass, met a nice girl named Liz four years ago, and is getting ready to move to New York City. He asked a brother and three friends to be his best man and groomsmen, respectively. The brother and three friends spent several weeks not knowing when they were supposed to get fitted for tuxedoes, pick up the tuxedoes, show up for pre-wedding barbeques, plan bachelor parties where booze and naked dancing women were not an option, show up for rehearsal dinners two hours before the time on the invitation, and be ushers at the ceremony itself. The brother and three friends smiled and did what they could because it's a wedding and they are mad-crazy things to plan. Chris is their friend and they wanted to help out.

The night of the ceremony was a nice one. Proper proportions of sun and shade for maximum audience comfort at an outdoor wedding. Brother and three friends seat Chris and Liz's friends and family as best they can while adhering to strict instructions that the rose petals dropped in the aisle before the ceremony cannot be trounced on. Not even by grandparents in wheelchairs where, admittedly, liberties were taken by the ushers.

The ceremony started. Chris and brother and three friends were at the front with the priest. Liz walked down the aisle with the pretty bridesmaids. An original guitar tune Chris wrote for Liz played over some speakers and everyone was smiling. The priest started talking and Liz and Chris cried and the brother and three friends and the bridesmaids cried too. Then the repetition part came. You know, the "I Chris, take you to be my blah blah blah..." part? Chris dropped a line. Brother and friends wondered if they should prod but it was a nice honest moment. Everyone laughed and not in that nasty "you're-beneath-me" way.

So they got married and smooched and everyone clapped and, afterwards, there was dancing and party guests taking spontaneous pictures with disposable cameras, left on tables, of the nicely coiffed people around them.

Nice night.

-IT-

I've been reading:

--Long Way Down by Nick Hornby

I've been watching:

--Network (by Paddy Chayevsky, Directed by Mr. Sidney Lumet)
--The Iron Giant (Directed by Brad Bird)
--Dave Chappelle's Block Party (Directed by Michel Gondry)

I've been listening to:

--Construction outside a Senior Seminar class