Carolin & I were invited to her cousin's wedding reception at a county park in southeastern Michigan. - Bill
A
WEDDING
I
felt like I was in an episode of Cops, one of those episodes where the cops
have set up a sting and they invite all the local felons with outstanding
warrants to come to a party and collect a prize. It was my cousin’s wedding reception, and I
expected the police and a camera crew to burst in at any moment and start
cuffing the guests. They looked that
good.
The
wedding itself took place the day before, in another county. The bride & groom’s home county requires
6 weeks of pre-marital counseling in order to get a marriage license, and they
didn’t intend to bother with that.
It
was the second marriage for each. The
groom is a cousin of mine who is old enough to be thinking about
mortality.
He’s an alcoholic. His first wife was an
alcoholic who died of a heart attack. The Pepsi
bottle he takes to work is actually filled with whisky. He was the only person in the wedding party
or among the guests to wear a suit.
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