Or maybe more like Rai-eeeeee-aiaiaiaiaiain. Isn’t it ironic? Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck, I think.
Well, we arrived at the church in the midst of a thunderstorm, but like most summer storms in Florida, it didn’t last too long. By the end of the reception, it was nothing more than puddles and damp grass.
So I married off my youngest brother yesterday in what was both an amusing and beautiful ceremony. And yes, that means the wedding was on a Monday.
Q: Who gets married on a Monday?
A: My brother, Jon.
The evening wedding took place at a small church in Tampa and was attended predominantly by family of the bride and presided by the bride’s uncle. The groom’s family consisted of my parents, my brother Josh and his wife, my uncle Dick and aunt Tica, and me. Let’s just say pictures went a lot faster with the Klein side of the family.
The reception was good, too. The DJ did a good job even though she was old enough to be my grandmother. So the jokes were kind of what you would expect from Grandma and Grandpa, as well as the music selection, but the humor and music suited the evening just fine. The bride and groom smeared icing on each other’s faces, the flower girls caught the bouquet, and I couldn’t quite snag the garter out of the air.
And speaking of garters, there’s something a bit unnerving about said DJ exclaiming, “Real men do it with their teeth!” as my brother started to reach up his new bride’s dress(pictured). *shudder*
Good luck and God bless, little brother. I pray many happy days await you and Sarah.