I normally hold my peace forever at weddings. But then again, I normally show up on time. (Except for Liz's. Have we covered that already? Nearly missed vows, the only non-Catholic, non-white, and one of few non-middle aged group to show up late- we blended right in.) But Amy's wedding was far beyond normal. It reached near fatal heights of adorable and fantastic. And we left 30 minutes behind schedule (not my fault!), ran into traffic, and managed to be the only guests who were late to the wedding. Which meant that I, with help from Allison, managed to hold up an entire wedding-- musicians, friends, families, and seething bride included. And I wasn't even a member of the wedding party. I just had to do a 90-second reading from the Bible that Amy refused to sic on someone else. (Amy: I'm not going to make someone else read from the Bible!) The whole experience made me feel strangely powerful. And incredibly guilty. But mostly happy, because these are wonderful people and they did get married. Twice. (they were married and presented to everyone... then remembered that rings weren't exchanged, then became man and wife again)
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