I haven't posted on this thing in quite some time, I seem to make a habit of updating it about once a year. I think that is probably adequate for the amount of excitement I have in my life. Back to the topic of the post. I went home for a good friend's wedding a couple of weeks ago and came back with some rather strange stories. First story invloves the rehersal dinner. I am sitting at a round table with my friend on the left and the groom on my right. Also seated at the table are various college friends of the groom, as well as some randoms. This story of course involves one of the randoms. There is one strange, eyeglassed man at the table who is very quite, and seems to be taking extensive mental notes on everyone around him. It is easy to tell that he is someone who is generally uncomfortable around people and thinks long and hard about everything that he says. The groom makes a remark to my friend, Travis, about how he is surprised at the way his life turned out. In high school, he always thought Travis would have a house with a white picket fence, two and a half kids and a dog. Now he is a big business man who is constantly traveling and lives in the big city. Travis remarked that he would still like the dog. I made a remark that I would like a half a kid. the groom asked "what half?" I said "I want the half that doesn't cry." Then, out of no where, the strange eyeglassed man spoke. He said "My step-mom adopted a kid with no arms or legs." Dead silence. you could hear crickets chirping and food slowly digesting. It was that quiet.
Next day...the big day. The priest gets up to give his homily, or eulogy, whatever it is called. He begins by talking about the virtues of marriage, the meaning of love, all the good mushy stuff. Then he moves on to discussing the bride and groom. He tells a story detailing all that the groom has done for the church. "The groom has been serving for so many years, it is time that he was served." It was something along those lines. He says that the groom spent many saturdays serving mass at weddings. Not only that, the groom put his degree in electronics and extensive knowledge of electronics to use when he helped install and repair the church organ. He said "you could find Jason (the groom) in here on many occasions over at the organ, twisting wires and helping out." Here's the funny (read disturbing) thing about this story. First, there are no alter boys that serve at weddings, as the priest could have easily figured out by turing around. Second, Jason does not have a degree in electronics and has no knowledge whatsoever in electronics. In fact, I doubt he could program his microwave. Third, he has never even seen the organ in that church until they got married. Strange, very strange. I assumed if the priest was going to completely fabricate stories about the wedding couple, he would at least make them vague and hard to disprove.
seacrest out.
