Speaking of weddings, when we got married, we arranged for a helicopter to pick us up after the ceremony and take us to the reception. We wanted to do something unique.
Nobody except my wife, myself, one of her friends, and the pastor knew.
After the reception line after the wedding, the pastor came up to us and said, "Your ride is here."
That meant the chopper had landed and was on the other side of the building.
We went out to the limos that were waiting to take the wedding party to the reception, acted like we were getting into one, and then dashed to the other side of the building. The perplexed crowd rushed after us.
Everyone was shocked to see the helicopter with the "Just Married" sign on the front that we were now inside.
We took about a 45-minute scenic ride and then landed on the tennis court of the country club our reception was at. A decorated golf cart was waiting to take us into the clubhouse. I was kind of disappointed that we missed almost all of the cocktail party and hors d'oeuvres.
Now, we also had to have pre-marital counseling from the pastor who married us as a condition of him doing the ceremony. It was the most ridiculous waste of time ever. 30-years ago he asked me stuff like, "You may come home from work, and your wife may not have finished the laundry or dinner. What do you do?"
The answer should have been, knock this pastor unconscious. This was the 90's, not the 40's. What a stupid, disconnected from reality dude that was. What an insult to my fiance that was!
Man, I still want to punch that geezer.
I remember driving like crazy to get to the church on time, and David Bowie's "Modern Love" featuring the lyric "get me to the church on time" blasting on the radio as I was doubling the speed limit to get there on time.
I had worked from 8:00AM on a Friday to 11:00AM on a Saturday morning. I came home. Ate quickly. Showered. Changed. Shaved. Packed for a 3-week international business trip/honeymoon, and left the house at 1:30PM to go get married.
Man, what a grueling week that was. |
