August 4, 2009

• I admit to having an affinity for fast driving, and I have a great deal of respect for people who can do so with skill and ease.   But of all the memorable moments I’ve had while in vehicular motion, I had never (till Saturday) found myself careening down the 163 in a limousine with my legs wrapped precariously around a stripper pole for balance, while I manhandled a bouquet of pink roses in one hand, a satin clutch in the other hand, and a cell phone glued to my ear where a very distraught groom was incoherently going on about his garage door.   …As in he left it open, and would we be so kind as to stop by and shut it.   Really.   I snapped the cell phone shut and very nearly went flying headfirst into the lap of the bride, my cousin Heather,  as we went careening around a 25 mph curve in a stretch party bus at roughly 65 mph.   She however was as calm and serene as the Queen of England.   Really. Strobe disco lights, purple floors, dancing mother, flying bridesmaids and all.  
  Not surprisingly we made it to the ceremony on time despite our detour… remarkably we were all still alive.
  It would have been a shame if the wedding was ruined over a garage door, or an overturned limo by the zoo, because it was a truly beautiful day, a beautiful wedding and an even more beautiful bride. 

  I love you Heather.  Congratulations.

  
  (photo compliments of Sarah Shreeves)

  

  

  (photos compliments of Diane Lemon)

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