So, I got a call this week about a secret wedding and it reminded me about the first secret wedding I did.
I used to have an office in a larger office building with a very long entrance way. You would come in the front doors, pass the elevators on your right, and keep going straight to get to the professional office suite where I had space. Hardly anyone worked on the weekends in my suite or on any of the other floors as best I could tell. If they did, I never saw them.
One day I got a call from a bride and groom with panic in their voices - they NEEDED to come get married that weekend or the wedding was never going to happen. You see they had this big wedding planned a few months later but the fighting between the families over who was sitting where, who was invited, who wasn't, and any other detail you could think of was really heating up. The bride and groom themselves were not fighting but the stress on them was becoming unbearable. They just wanted a small private ceremony - just the three of us so the pressure would be off. No one would be the wiser. We scheduled the secret ceremony for late Saturday afternoon.
Saturday arrived. I was in my office working when they called to say they were at the front door of the building. I went out to greet them and we walked toward the doors of our office suite. As we passed the elevators ... we heard the "ding!" and the doors opened. It was a guy who did not work in the building ... but just happened to be in the area when his friend, who never worked weekends ... just happened to call him ... because he just happened to be working on this particular Saturday ... and he just happened to be having a computer issue ... that this guy just happened to be able to fix ....
Him: Oh, hey! What are you guys doing here?
Bride-to-be: We're getting married!
Husband-to-be: Well, now, that was a secret for very long ...
Him: Oh, you're kidding me ... my wife is going to kill me if I don't tell her. My wife is going to kill you for not telling her. My wife is going to be so mad that I knew first.
Turns out this guy ... just happened to be the bride-to-be's best friend's husband.
*all I could do was laugh because ... really ... you just can't make this stuff up ... it just happens. ;)
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
SURPRISE! We're getting married! (aka: Wedding by Ambush)
So, mother of the groom calls and schedules an appointment for her son and soon to be daughter-in-law's wedding. I thought nothing of it until they arrived at my office and the bride immediately went in to the bathroom with 3 wedding dresses and a flock of people. Its a one person bathroom. After a brief period of time and my stellar investigative skills ... I learned that this was a "surprise wedding" ... or, as I'd like to call it ... a "wedding by ambush."
Picture this: you go the courthouse with your whole family, including your "baby daddy's mother" (bride's words, not mine). You think you are there for babby daddy mother's court date (because she really does have one coming up). You are led to the Clerk's office, told to sign some papers, swear under oath that you are the person on the paperwork and swear under oath that your answers are true and accurate. You really have no idea what's happening - when someone says "surprise! you're getting married in about 30 minutes!"
You walk a block to my office for your appointment - and your mother-in-law to be hands you 3 dresses, asks where the bathroom is and then shoves you and a handful of other people in to the bathroom. Your entourage, now piled in to a one-person bathroom, begins to liberally apply hairspray and perfume to you while you try on the 3 dresses someone else picked out that morning from the Ross around the corner. **FYI: I mean, they REALLY hair spray the hell out of your hair & douse you in perfume (because as I later learned you did not shower for what you thought was your soon to be mother-in-law's court date and because you are most likely covered in the things that small children cover you in).
**Another side note: the hairspray and perfume lingered for what seemed like days.
Now the people crammed in to the bathroom with you are also applying someone else's make-up to your face, stuffing you in to the only one of the three dresses they brought that kind of fits you and shoving you in to some shoes that your feet immediately declare are uncomfortable; all this while your husband-to-be sits in the lobby paying zero attention to the screaming children running amok.
The couple were no strangers to each other - the screaming children were theirs, together; BUT I'm guessing the bride REALLY REALLY wanted to get married ~ and REALLY REALLY wanted to get married to this guy because she turned a blind eye to the fact that the groom knew about the wedding by ambush and that despite the entourage did their best to get her "all dolled up" in an office bathroom he was content getting married in sweats with food stains on the front.
Picture this: you go the courthouse with your whole family, including your "baby daddy's mother" (bride's words, not mine). You think you are there for babby daddy mother's court date (because she really does have one coming up). You are led to the Clerk's office, told to sign some papers, swear under oath that you are the person on the paperwork and swear under oath that your answers are true and accurate. You really have no idea what's happening - when someone says "surprise! you're getting married in about 30 minutes!"
You walk a block to my office for your appointment - and your mother-in-law to be hands you 3 dresses, asks where the bathroom is and then shoves you and a handful of other people in to the bathroom. Your entourage, now piled in to a one-person bathroom, begins to liberally apply hairspray and perfume to you while you try on the 3 dresses someone else picked out that morning from the Ross around the corner. **FYI: I mean, they REALLY hair spray the hell out of your hair & douse you in perfume (because as I later learned you did not shower for what you thought was your soon to be mother-in-law's court date and because you are most likely covered in the things that small children cover you in).
**Another side note: the hairspray and perfume lingered for what seemed like days.
Now the people crammed in to the bathroom with you are also applying someone else's make-up to your face, stuffing you in to the only one of the three dresses they brought that kind of fits you and shoving you in to some shoes that your feet immediately declare are uncomfortable; all this while your husband-to-be sits in the lobby paying zero attention to the screaming children running amok.
The couple were no strangers to each other - the screaming children were theirs, together; BUT I'm guessing the bride REALLY REALLY wanted to get married ~ and REALLY REALLY wanted to get married to this guy because she turned a blind eye to the fact that the groom knew about the wedding by ambush and that despite the entourage did their best to get her "all dolled up" in an office bathroom he was content getting married in sweats with food stains on the front.
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