My Best Friend's Wedding, Part II
Following on from a couple of pages back, there was a second incident at my best friend’s wedding which thankfully this time didn’t involve me. Shocking, I know.

My best friend is a rather eccentric individual. I’ve known her since I was 10, when she was assigned to look after me when I rather abruptly changed schools in the middle of a term. She has always been totally unapologetic about her likes and interests, which include the music of the Bee Gees and Barry Manilow, musical theatre and an obsession with maps.

She also adores dogs and has a golden Labrador who she got during her first marriage and who was the subject of a protracted custody battle between her and her ex, which was only resolved weeks before her second wedding. She sees the dog as very much part of the family and wanted her involved in the wedding, so much to her mother’s chagrin, decided to walk down the aisle with the dog. She even bought a white sparkly lead to complement her wedding gown.

On the day of the wedding, the hotel was also being used by the alumni of a local well-to-do girl’s school. There was a reunion party who were having their drinks reception in the foyer bar of the hotel before moving into one of the ballrooms for lunch. My friend arrived at the hotel, and made her way into the foyer to meet the hotel manager who was going to escort the wedding party to the function room for the ceremony. It was the slightly hysterical hotel manager who told me what happened next…

My friend was walking through the foyer, in her wedding gown, on the arm of her father, past all these well heeled women in their 50’s, with a golden Labrador on a white lead… Out of the general background chatter, a cut-glass voice, the sort that would have been used to dressing down servants in the days of the Raj pipes up;

“Oh look Hettie, what a terrible shame, the poor bride’s blind…”

Nope, but luckily she must have been a bit deaf as she didn’t seem to hear the comment. The hotel manager, however, did and spent the rest of the ceremony collapsed in a chair heaving with silent laughter. I made the mistake of telling my mum the story while the happy couple were signing the register and true to form, she got a fit of the giggles and had to pretend to be really interested in the floral arrangements.

I’m keeping this story from my friend and hope to bring it out at her 25th wedding anniversary, if she’s still talking to me…
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 10:55, 1 reply)

priceless!
have a click.
(Ja For Sure, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 15:09, closed)