A close friend of mine, who undoubtedly holds the all-time record serving as a groomsman, has experienced more than one such brush with destiny. His most memorable assignment, he says, involved one bride’s bizarre mother, who had already brought the entire undertaking to a virtual standstill, if not all-out war, with all sorts of juvenile behavior aimed at the groom’s mother and family. Minutes before the prospective bride began her march, he recalls hearing this horrific shriek, which startled everyone in the congregation, followed by the mother’s crying and running frantically through the narthex and out the door. The prompting for this outburst: One of the groomsmen had mistakenly seated the bride’s maternal grandmother ONE ROW BACK from her assigned place.
So, here’s to all of you – all of us – who have politely, patiently borne the of slings and arrows of outrageous nuptial fortune…
