'You must be very proud'

tbone and Mr tbone got married this weekend in Retarded Cleveland (so monikered by the bride herself) and for some reason, I was invited. I know, it surprised me too! Who would want me at a wedding?

This question raised itself even more once I got there, because I am clearly a social retard. The ceremony was lovely and tbone, as I predicted, laughed through most of it. It was nice to see her so happy and Lock so emotional and I'm glad he didn't cry because that would have set me off and I would have been a mess.

After the ceremony, the guests filed through the church lobby to greet the lineup of bride and groom and families. As I waited, I stored up a list of things to be sure to say to Polly (congratulations, she looked lovely, she looked so happy laughing her head off, etc.). I ought to have done the same for the other people in the line, because I moved along to Lock and all I came up with was, "Thank you for marrying Polly!"

WHAT DID I JUST SAY? The words came out of my mouth and I think I was surprised as Lock, who laughed and said, "You're welcome," but was clearly thinking, "Alrighty then, we won't be associating with this crazy tart after today..."

I managed to bungle the rest of the line as well, introducing myself as "Sarah. I go to school with Polly" in my weak little quiet voice and having tbone's mother respond, "You do what with Lock?" and cheerfully repeating the same introduction to a bored, unimpressed teenaged brother of tbone's who refused to identify himself and was clearly only in the line due to a sense of duty or familial threats.

We threw rose petals at the B & G and moved on to the reception. Much to our surprise, we were seated in the same room as Polly and Lock - we had speculated that we would be placed in the add-on area up the stairs, but apparently that was the Teenager Ghetto for Polly's brother and his friends.

Food and beverages were et and drunk. Despite my promises to drunk-dial Matt from the reception, my white wine and champagne were spread out over the course of about four hours and I was hardly squiffy. I managed, however, to bring myself to dance in public, including some fascinatingly literal performances with "I Think We're Alone Now" and "Dancing Queen," la the DeMarco Brothers on Saturday Night Live.

srah - Monday, 31 May 2004 - 12:21 PM

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Comments (5)

gravatar Mr. B--------- - June 1, 2004 - 12:19 AM -

You left me out of the narrative! :)

gravatar srah - June 1, 2004 - 12:23 AM -

P.S. Mr B------ was there. You are implied in the "we"!

gravatar mikeh - June 1, 2004 - 11:41 AM -

Et: it's not just for scrabble anymore

gravatar Cheryl - June 1, 2004 - 5:01 PM -

Did you "...put your arms around me [not really *me*] and tumble to the ground and say...", as per request by I Think We're Alone Now? That I would have liked to see.

PS I started crying-laughing at the Thank you for marrying Polly part.

gravatar srah - June 1, 2004 - 6:53 PM -

I think I faked tumbling...

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