Wacky, wacky wedding

First of all, the bridesmaid's dresses were hideous. Absolutely hideous. Don't know what else I could say on that subject. (Who among us couldn't write a little something on this subject?) They didn't fit anyone well and were really poorly made. The most unfortunate thing is that my daughter had to wear one. Thankfully her mother-in-law was able to tack in some fabric here and there to make it a little less/more "bearable."

They wedding party gathered in a lovely garden for not one, not two, but three full hours of photographs prior to the wedding ceremony. The exciting part of that was the mentally disturbed woman who ventured along and wanted to be a part of things. The police were called, she responded to their questions in a variety of languages. She told them everything but her name. That was one 'guest' that didn't make it to the reception.

The cake fell over. Yep, you heard me right, the cake fell over. Lost the top two tiers to the floor before most of the guests arrived.

Speaking of guests, and this is where it gets interesting; there was a segmented guest list. Some were invited to the small wedding ceremony, some for dinner, and some for dancing and cake. Unfortunately the invitation didn't indicate into which category we fell. We skipped dinner to show up, at the time indicated on our invitation, to find that the reception was in full swing. No one welcomed us to the reception. Never had contact with the bride or anyone else. There was plenty of cake available despite the loss of the upper tiers, but we were hungry for dinner. The buffet was still set up in the back of the room so it was clear someone had been fed, it just wasn't going to be us.

After about half an hour our table of folks headed to our house and we picked up pizza on the way home.

Really wacky (which rhymes with tacky) to say the least.