I haven't done one of these in a looong time. My confession posts are just little snippets from my life--insight, if you will, into my zany existence.
Today's confessions ... wedding crashers. Nope, not the movie (which I never actually saw because it came out at a time when I was weary of over the top comedies.) But I have my own real life wedding crasher story, starring yours truly. :o
I was the maid of honor at one of my BFFs wedding and was dating my hubby at the time. Mid 20s, and we had actually just started dating a few months before, but were starting to get somewhat serious. Anyway, the wedding reception was at the college located downtown--a gorgeous campus with architecture that dazzles anyone who gazes upon it. Really and truly a work of art with reception halls so beautiful, you don't have to add decorations.
A popular place for wedding receptions, as you may have guessed.
Not-yet-hubby and I had such a great time at BFF's reception, we didn't wanna leave when it was over. So what'd we do? Found another reception to go to. We moseyed ourselves across the corridor to another smaller reception hall and noted the names of the bride and groom from the sign out front. We decided we were friends of the bride, Kim.
Oh yeah, Kim and us went way back. And once we saw the buffet spread awaiting consumption, we knew we were staying. But we needed aliases for ourselves . We came up with the following:
Ned Schnitt and Dorothy Schlemmel
Are those great names, or what? So Ned and Dorothy were also delighted to find the open bar at our disposal. We smiled and nodded through the crowd, helped ourselves to the gourmet buffet (I'm talkin' shrimp and lobster and Beef Wellington ...yum!) And of course tipped the bartender for our free cocktails ... hey, we weren't total freeloaders.
We danced on the dance floor and had a marvelous time .... until .... dun dun dun ....
BUSTED! If you're sharper than we were, you probably already realized one small clue that we didn't belong there. I was still in my bridesmaid dress from the other wedding. We realized we were getting dirty looks. I was obviously not in the same burgundy bridesmaid dresses as Kim's posse. Mine was long and lavender and pretty darn obvious that it wasn't just a party dress, but a bridesmaid dress.
So, ho-hum, Ned and Dorothy took the hint and smiled big cheesy grins all the way out of the reception hall and skedaddled. Lucky, for us we'd already enjoyed the lovely fare from Kim and her newly beloved husband.
To this day, at random times, Hubby and I still call each other Ned and Dorothy.
How about you? Have any wedding crasher stories to share? Or anything else? How about your writing? How's it coming along?