Friday, June 27, 2008

Wedding Crasher

I inadvertently crashed a wedding last weekend. I was going to a friend's wedding at a swanky place in Georgetown on 28th and Q st. I didn't know there were two swanky places there (one on Q st and the other around the corner on 28th street). So, of course, the cab driver drops me off at the wrong one.

The people at the first wedding seemed a little too douchebaggy to be friends with my friend, but I just assumed that they were friends of friends. I was on my second drink and getting hit on by a cute bridesmaid who was on her sixth (and wanted to get married, like, YESTERDAY, because all her friends are married and, she's been in 5 weddings this year, and why can't she find a cute guy who wants to settle down...) when she asks this:

Girl: so are you a friend of the bride or groom?

Me: I'm a friend of the bride. I've known her almost 10 years. You?

Girl: I'm friends with John.

Me: Who?

Girl: John...the groom.


Now, I knew something was up. Either my friend had met someone last week and fell madly in love and decided that since the wedding was paid for, let's get married, OR...I might be in the wrong place. I said I had to go to the bathroom and asked one of the staff what the name of this place was.

Me: So it's not the Evermay?

Waitress: No, that's around the corner.

Me: I feel like an idiot.

Waitress: Don't worry about it, it happens all the time.

Me: Really?

Waitress: No...not really, I was just trying to make you feel better.


So I sneak out of the first wedding and into the second wedding. But I am spotted and I have to tell the story. BUSTED! Anyway, I won't go into too many details about the wedding, but, here are some highlights.

  1. at one point during dinner someone giving a toast for the bride says something about her home state's (Kentucky) sports. Then people from the grooms side start singing the Clemson University fight song. Loudly. during dinner. Not making this up.
  2. There were apparently weeks of "discussions" about the wedding cake, so they had two cakes. One traditional, and one was, I sh1t you not, a fondant cake that was a perfect replica of the Clemson mascot (a tiger) straddling a giant boulder.
  3. I was stuck at a table with two vegetarians, one of whom (who was not gay) offered me his meat in exchange for my vegetables. I said "I don't want your meat, but thanks anyway".
  4. Someone's date gave me her phone number when her date went to the bathroom. The bride saw this and said something to me about it.

My friend, being very southern, tried to make the most of the mascot cake and thought of something romantic to say about a cake with a tiger and a rock. Although there is not much, romantically speaking, that you can say about a tiger and a rock, she pulled it off, She said:

"This boulder was donated by one of the Clemson alums and the players all rub the rock for luck right before a big game. His only stipulation on the gift was that 'if they aren't willing to give 110%, then tell em to keep their hands off my rock', which is how you should go into a marriage...willing to give it 110% or not at all." Awwwww...If I had ovaries, I would've probably cried at that.

On the way home, I got a stuck with a nigerian cabby who told me that weddings are a good place to pick up women, then proceeded to bombard me with pick up advice and suggest further materials for me to order. (not making this up) He told me he was a pickup artist, and recited a list of his idols and told me I had to order this stuff and that he had a lot of trouble getting dates before he found this material (which may have something to do with the fact he drives a cab and gives random strangers advice on getting laid, but i digress).

He said that, believe it or not, driving a cab is a great way to meet women because in a club they can walk away, but in a cab they have to talk to you. By that logic, I guess other great places to meet women are elevators, toilet stalls and women's prisons.

So I made it home, walked my new foster dog (who HATES other dogs) and debated whether to write about this. Wedding Crashers? Tiger Cakes? Nigerian Cab Romeos? Vegetarians offerring me their meat? Who's gonna belive this?

7 comments:

iloveupstate.com said...

I don't know that I could have resisted doing something terribly mean to a mascot wedding cake.

moxie said...

That...is the best post I've read in a long while. Just rad. Well done.

zandria said...

I have to say, this kind of situation where you walked into the wrong wedding just seems like one of those crazy things that's always happening to you. Not that it's a bad thing! Just that these things seem to happen to certain people more so than others. But at least you got a good story out of it! :)

You can call me, 'Sir' said...

That's a hell of a story. I'm not sure the mascot wedding cake bodes well for future marital bliss, though. Anyone that feels it's necessary to broadcast their allegiance to a college mascot at their wedding will probably have major problems with lesser reasons for co-habitational homicide (toilet seat issues, snoring, toothbrush drama, mobile home starting to leak, etc.).

HomeImprovementNinja said...

iloveupstate.com : that's why you need to crash more weddings.

moxie: thanks :)

zandria: yes, we'll always have paris...and anecdotes.

You can call me, 'Sir': well, I wish them the best.

restaurantrefugee said...

Very funny story. Something similar happened to me at a hotel wedding once. It took me 45 minutes before I realized my mistake (work wedding where I only knew the groom.) After making cocktail conversation with several people at the first wedding, I discovered my error and fessed up.

I went to the work wedding reception for a socially acceptable hour and then got together with a bunch of people from the first wedding - it was a lot more fun.

Shannon said...

The cake thing is actually very southern - you have a bride's cake, which is white and foofy, and a groom's cake, which is usually rich and chocolatey and is sometimes in a funny shape (like the college mascot). But singing the alma mater during dinner? Wow, that's tacky!