Rockin’ It Delphos-Style: The Finale
I managed to wake up the boys in the wedding party at the appropriate time. I obviously have “Timex” written across my forehead so I was asked multiple times for a wakeup call. Had I overslept, the wedding would have been empty. Fortunately, I didn’t and we all made it to the church ontime and looking dashing, I must say. I was able to breathe easier in my dress than I had anticipated and there was only minimal sucking-in of the stomach needed.
We all made it through the ceremony (which was beautiful) in one piece (and minimal Kleenex) and that’s when the party began. Being a wedding party of 24, we were all loaded on the “party bus” in lieu of separate limos, etc. Killer idea. There were cold beers and ham sandwiches to go around. Amen.
After the typical round of papparaziesque pictures we hit some of the local yocal bars in Delphos (apparently a Delphos wedding tradition). Unfortunately, after the fourth or so round, we had to depart to make it to the reception on time. But wouldn't you know it, when we went to the mount up on the party bus, it wouldn't start.
After both the Delphos police and fire departments attempted to jump it, we had to go to an alternate plan.
Luckily for all 24 of us, a friend of the family owns a furniture warehouse. So, Plan B was to load us all (bride and groom included) into two furniture moving trucks lined with white plastic patio chairs, strap us in, hand us a beer, and drive us the 30 minutes to the reception.
AWESOME. There was absolutely no other way to go. If we stopped laughing once on the ride back I would be stunned.
The reception was a blast - an excellent mix of ho-down and low-down as the bride's musical taste spans the spectrum. The decorations were elegant and the food to die for. And let's not forget the open bar. Mmmmmm. We rallied through the full reception and then headed back to the bar we had invaded the evening before.
What happened from there brings up a whole new can of worms.
But I'll let you rest and read later.....
We all made it through the ceremony (which was beautiful) in one piece (and minimal Kleenex) and that’s when the party began. Being a wedding party of 24, we were all loaded on the “party bus” in lieu of separate limos, etc. Killer idea. There were cold beers and ham sandwiches to go around. Amen.
After the typical round of papparaziesque pictures we hit some of the local yocal bars in Delphos (apparently a Delphos wedding tradition). Unfortunately, after the fourth or so round, we had to depart to make it to the reception on time. But wouldn't you know it, when we went to the mount up on the party bus, it wouldn't start.
After both the Delphos police and fire departments attempted to jump it, we had to go to an alternate plan.
Luckily for all 24 of us, a friend of the family owns a furniture warehouse. So, Plan B was to load us all (bride and groom included) into two furniture moving trucks lined with white plastic patio chairs, strap us in, hand us a beer, and drive us the 30 minutes to the reception.
AWESOME. There was absolutely no other way to go. If we stopped laughing once on the ride back I would be stunned.
The reception was a blast - an excellent mix of ho-down and low-down as the bride's musical taste spans the spectrum. The decorations were elegant and the food to die for. And let's not forget the open bar. Mmmmmm. We rallied through the full reception and then headed back to the bar we had invaded the evening before.
What happened from there brings up a whole new can of worms.
But I'll let you rest and read later.....
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