The Wedding Crasher.

Yes I did.

Jim and I crashed a wedding of our former neighbor’s granddaughter.

OK, well, I was an Eucharistic Minister to the late grandmother and still to the grandfather, and they had encouraged us to come and see them: after all, the wedding was in our neighborhood!

It was awesome, since I had seen the Wedding Crashers a few times, and, quite frankly, was happy to settle for a dinner of rum runners and coconut shrimp.Later, however, the plate with prime rib was passed to me and my eyes rolled back in my head.

It goes without saying it was a big Italian family, who pretty much knew us, so it’s not like we didn’t know anyone there.When it comes down to brass tacks, though, it was, indeed, a wedding that we crashed.

Hope I am not hung over in the morning!

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thereisnosanityclause

57 year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

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