I attended a wedding of a friend today. The church ceremony was nice, although I discovered I was an usher upon arriving. I had been warned this was a possibility, but I didn’t know for sure until I had crossed the threshold. On a good note, I didn’t burst into flames when I crossed that threshold; always a worry for me with churches.
The reception was also nice, but I didn’t know that many people there, mostly my running friends. Which of course meant we got stuck on talking about running. We are rather focussed on our hobby.
There was a single girl who I spent some time with. She arrived with someone else, so nothing was going to happen. Interestingly, when it was time to throw the bouquet, it came towards her. She didn’t catch it, and it landed on the floor. She looked at it like it was a dead fish. A small child picked it up instead.
In other news, I caught the garter. I’m not sure what that signifies.