A Wedding To Remember

So, it's been a while since I've last blogged. I'm really a boring person (and this blog has shown me that), the movies that we've been getting lately have been really crappy, and it's kind of hard to keep coming up with new and exciting ways to say the movie was a turd. So that's the reason for no blogging.

Well, today changed that.

The Pocket Ferengei and I went to his friend Krueger's wedding to his girlfriend Burns (which is funny in itself when you know that the reboot of the whole "Nightmare On Elm Street" franchise is openning next Friday...but I digress).

Weddings are funny "animals" in themsleves. You have to be sure that the people who are coming are the right mix of people (not the people themselves per se, but the personalities). Some of the time it's a family juggling act you have to do (oh this Aunt can't be seated by that Uncle for some stupid reason); sometimes its friends (will my biker friends get along with his car buddies?). There are a whole bunch of reasons.

People aren't the only thing you have to worry about at weddings, sometimes it's the whole "open bar" thing; other times its the whole "open bar, loose/slutty girlfriends with bad tempered boyfriends" thing.

Tonight's wedding was, sorry to say, the latter.

The bride looked absolutely gorgeous (and she didn't make her bridesmaids feel inferior by wearing goofy wedding dresses, they all looked very lovely); and the groom and his groomsmen (who were all her big brothers by the way) looked handsome. The food was very delicious; and the alcohol was flowing freely. I am not much of a drinker, I actually don't like it (most of the time it's the taste; but mainly because of family history -- my Dad-o was an alcoholic. Those memories of him haven't gone away) but tonight I partook in some: I had 2 Irish Coffees and 2 White Russians...and they didn't skimp on the alcohol either. I had a nice buzz going.

By the end of the night the bride was so smashed she passed out in the privacy room they had set aside for the wedding party. (It's her wedding, she can do whatever she wants.)

The other people, now they have to take responsibility for their own actions.

At this wedding, you could actually see the lines drawn. Her family, her friends, his friends. (His family was very small; and on a personal aside: the other odd thing about the groom is that I used to date his cousin who died a year or so ago. [Small world; keeps getting smaller everyday.] My relationship with his cousin was in the 1990's and didn't last that long.) (But's its still an odd/funny thing that my husband became friends with my ex-boyfriend's cousin.)

We were seated at the back of the hall; and we were seated with a bunch of the SyTy guys and their spouses/significant others (SyTy is the name of their club that my hubby's involved in: the "Syclone" and "Typhoon" car club). It was a good mix at our table.

Around us were the grooms other buddies: his old friends to the left of us, another group of his friends to the right of us (which I got a bad vibe from the whole night), and near us (towards the center of the hall) were a group of his racing buddies. That table was the loudest of the four tables. Then there was another table near them that had some young women at it (one in particular was a girl with knee high jet black highheeled boots on). The other tables were various family members.

So everybody was drinking, dancing and having a good time.

And we get towards the end of the night

The groom is tending to his passed-out bride; then the brawl starts.

I think I heard one guy said it started when the girl with the knee high highheeled boots was out in the main lobby with one of the married guys (I think it was one of the guys at table on the right, but it could have been any of the others, but anyway she jumped on him (face-to-face) and had her legs wrapped around him. Someone went over to her and told her to get off him because he was married. To which she replied "well I'm going to tell my boyfriend" and went and got him.

The boyfriend went out into the lobby (with the rest of his table following behind) and then the shit hit the fan--full-out brawl. At one point it looked like an openning round at a Rugby match...everyone was in one pile moving back and forth across the hall.

They almost broke the table in the center of the hall and the front door-windows (but they didn't--you could see bodies being flung around). They did manage to break one of the pictures on a wall in the hall.

At the end, one guy had a bloody eye (which he was pissed-off about and he started the fight back up which ended with the broken picture). One of the older ladies (I think she might have been the bride's mom) sliced her hand on the glass shards of the picture (I have no idea what she was doing over there.)

But the timeline of the whole melee was: the fight started, everyone got shoved outside, they came back inside-the guy with the bloodied eye started up the fight again, broke the picture, then everyone in the fight got shoved outside when the bride and groom came out (the fight woke her up), then the cops showed up.

Definitely a wedding to remember.

So, to Wesley and Buttercup (who are going to be getting married in a month) -- I do so hope your's go much more smoothly than this one.

More later...Booboo