I DO... I DO... THEY DID
Yesterday evening at 6:00 P.M., my husband and I attended a Wedding. It was the marriage between the Son and now new Daughter-In-Law, of the couple who lives next door. It was a very beautiful and touching ceremony. So much so that, the Groom started crying as his Bride-To-Be walked down the isle. This soon triggered a domino effect. It started with Groom, then spread over all that were there. It was so sweet, that it even made me cry. I must be getting old. Things like that never use to make me cry. Things like, joy I mean. I'll be the first to say that, from the beginning I felt that this marriage would never last. Again, these kids are only 21 and 23 years old. Although, something in my Husband and I changed. It was a sense of joy, and hope. A feeling that, this might very well last. For their sake, I hope that it does. This is a cruel, and temptuous world that we live in.
Never-the-less, the Wedding Ceremony went off without a hitch. The reception turned out to be, about the funnyest thing that I've ever been apart of. They had hired a women to run Kareoke. I'm telling you, most of the singing was so bad that, I had to go outside. If I sounded that bad and knew it, I would never sing in public if my life depended on it. I'd probably kick my own ass if I ever did that. Or so I thought. I'll explain that a little later. So... my husband, and the Groom's friends and family got an idea. They decided to make one another sing songs that females sing. Such examples of these horrible acts included, #1. Stand By You're Man, #2. It's My Party ( And I'll Cry If I Want To), #3. Total Eclipse Of The Heart, and #4. Barbie Girl. They thought that, they were going to have my husband and I sing "One Hand In My Pocket." Well, that didn't go over very well. I certainly hadn't had enough to drink. I had even said earlier in the evening to the Groom's Mother that, "There isn't enough alcohol is that bar, to make me ever do that." Get in front of people and sing off key. No way, no how.
So, a couple of verses into our song, I walked off of the stage. Leaving my Husband to continue the song. It was so embarrassing. My face got red, I couldn't look at anyone, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I can talk to a rock, but can never do anything like that. I dearly love my Husband but, he can't carry a tune in a bucket. The good thing is that, he knows it. Thankfully, the rest of his Partners In Crime, helped him out by singing the rest of the song with him. It was the worst, but funnyest thing that I had ever heard. He had already stated to one of his cronies that, "Paybacks are Hell." "They will probably pick out a bad sone for us to sing too." Poof... You're wish is my command! The reception ended about 10:00 P.M. The remaining party- goers headed off for the Hotel bar. Well... that was a mistake!
We should have got into our truck, right then and there and went home. But no... it was too early to go home. I agreed with everyone, it sounded like a good idea. Several hours, cigaretts, and drinks later, I did the impossible. I actually sang Kareoke. I had too, the Groom was butchering "our song." He had dedicated "Hello", by Kenny Chesney to his new wife. That song just happens to be mine and my Husband's song. With my prior liquid courage ingested, I made a mad dash for the second microphone. I had to help the groom, and save "our song." I soon got the Groom back on key by harmonizingwith him. I guess it wasn't that bad, we got an round of applause after the song was over. Never in a million years, did I ever think that I would do that. Much less, ever admitt it to anyone. The "too many drinks" was the result of the Bride's Brother's generous, festive, nature. The long story short, we got home in one piece about 3:30 A.M. Again, I'm glad that we went, and had a wonderful time. See ya'll soon.
Yesterday evening at 6:00 P.M., my husband and I attended a Wedding. It was the marriage between the Son and now new Daughter-In-Law, of the couple who lives next door. It was a very beautiful and touching ceremony. So much so that, the Groom started crying as his Bride-To-Be walked down the isle. This soon triggered a domino effect. It started with Groom, then spread over all that were there. It was so sweet, that it even made me cry. I must be getting old. Things like that never use to make me cry. Things like, joy I mean. I'll be the first to say that, from the beginning I felt that this marriage would never last. Again, these kids are only 21 and 23 years old. Although, something in my Husband and I changed. It was a sense of joy, and hope. A feeling that, this might very well last. For their sake, I hope that it does. This is a cruel, and temptuous world that we live in.
Never-the-less, the Wedding Ceremony went off without a hitch. The reception turned out to be, about the funnyest thing that I've ever been apart of. They had hired a women to run Kareoke. I'm telling you, most of the singing was so bad that, I had to go outside. If I sounded that bad and knew it, I would never sing in public if my life depended on it. I'd probably kick my own ass if I ever did that. Or so I thought. I'll explain that a little later. So... my husband, and the Groom's friends and family got an idea. They decided to make one another sing songs that females sing. Such examples of these horrible acts included, #1. Stand By You're Man, #2. It's My Party ( And I'll Cry If I Want To), #3. Total Eclipse Of The Heart, and #4. Barbie Girl. They thought that, they were going to have my husband and I sing "One Hand In My Pocket." Well, that didn't go over very well. I certainly hadn't had enough to drink. I had even said earlier in the evening to the Groom's Mother that, "There isn't enough alcohol is that bar, to make me ever do that." Get in front of people and sing off key. No way, no how.
So, a couple of verses into our song, I walked off of the stage. Leaving my Husband to continue the song. It was so embarrassing. My face got red, I couldn't look at anyone, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I can talk to a rock, but can never do anything like that. I dearly love my Husband but, he can't carry a tune in a bucket. The good thing is that, he knows it. Thankfully, the rest of his Partners In Crime, helped him out by singing the rest of the song with him. It was the worst, but funnyest thing that I had ever heard. He had already stated to one of his cronies that, "Paybacks are Hell." "They will probably pick out a bad sone for us to sing too." Poof... You're wish is my command! The reception ended about 10:00 P.M. The remaining party- goers headed off for the Hotel bar. Well... that was a mistake!
We should have got into our truck, right then and there and went home. But no... it was too early to go home. I agreed with everyone, it sounded like a good idea. Several hours, cigaretts, and drinks later, I did the impossible. I actually sang Kareoke. I had too, the Groom was butchering "our song." He had dedicated "Hello", by Kenny Chesney to his new wife. That song just happens to be mine and my Husband's song. With my prior liquid courage ingested, I made a mad dash for the second microphone. I had to help the groom, and save "our song." I soon got the Groom back on key by harmonizingwith him. I guess it wasn't that bad, we got an round of applause after the song was over. Never in a million years, did I ever think that I would do that. Much less, ever admitt it to anyone. The "too many drinks" was the result of the Bride's Brother's generous, festive, nature. The long story short, we got home in one piece about 3:30 A.M. Again, I'm glad that we went, and had a wonderful time. See ya'll soon.
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