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azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-05 12:38 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-05 12:38 am
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Dawn's Wedding (part the Fourth): Garters and Roses (Or, In Which The Lunatic Hits The Floor, Hard)
After the cutting of the cake, guess which traditional activity comes next? Dawn and Dave made their way to the dance floor, and then all single males were bidden to come to the dance floor.
Music started, and Dave was dared to not use his hands in removing the garter. He got the garter off before I could find a good vantage point to watch the proceedings, but I did not miss the next bit: Dave turned his back to throw the garter. It flew through the air... and the man for whom it was heading jumped out of the way.
The garter hit the floor.
Take II, after appropriate ragging of the groomsman in question. (He later revealed that he was a Druid, of the variety that can't get married, by their office.) Somebody or other caught it.
Next up, all single women were called to the floor. I stood in line with Princess Aurora, many of the other bridesmaids, and Darth T. Rex's two girls.
Dawn turned her back to us, brandished her roses, and snapped off a single white bud. She tossed it over her shoulder.
I felt my fingers close around something softly firm.
As I looked at the rose in my hand, and everyone clapped and cheered, my knees decided that they'd had quite enough, thank you, and I became seated.
Photos were taken, with the garter-catcher and Dave and Dawn, and one helpful woman with a digital camera showed me the moment of my catch. I was greatly amused.
As I walked back to my seat at the bride's table, I was quizzed as to whether I had someone in mind. I smirked. Mrs. Darth asked me whether I was still with that one fellow. Which? I asked.
Well, he was just a little shorter than I was...
I evidenced cluelessness.
He'd been there with me at Dawn's graduation, Mrs. Darth clarified.
"Ohhhh," I said, light brightening above my head. "Darkside. Blond. Skinny. I gave him rose, he hit me over the head with it."
It was the same.
"He and I have never been together," I told her.
It was her turn to look surprised. Evidently he and I have chemistry together.
I knew that, I said. So did every-bloody-body else... but for Darkside himself.
Mrs. Darth wished me the best of luck.
I sat there with my rather battered white rosebud for the longest time, grinning. I felt... kissed. Still. Always.
Music started, and Dave was dared to not use his hands in removing the garter. He got the garter off before I could find a good vantage point to watch the proceedings, but I did not miss the next bit: Dave turned his back to throw the garter. It flew through the air... and the man for whom it was heading jumped out of the way.
The garter hit the floor.
Take II, after appropriate ragging of the groomsman in question. (He later revealed that he was a Druid, of the variety that can't get married, by their office.) Somebody or other caught it.
Next up, all single women were called to the floor. I stood in line with Princess Aurora, many of the other bridesmaids, and Darth T. Rex's two girls.
Dawn turned her back to us, brandished her roses, and snapped off a single white bud. She tossed it over her shoulder.
I felt my fingers close around something softly firm.
As I looked at the rose in my hand, and everyone clapped and cheered, my knees decided that they'd had quite enough, thank you, and I became seated.
Photos were taken, with the garter-catcher and Dave and Dawn, and one helpful woman with a digital camera showed me the moment of my catch. I was greatly amused.
As I walked back to my seat at the bride's table, I was quizzed as to whether I had someone in mind. I smirked. Mrs. Darth asked me whether I was still with that one fellow. Which? I asked.
Well, he was just a little shorter than I was...
I evidenced cluelessness.
He'd been there with me at Dawn's graduation, Mrs. Darth clarified.
"Ohhhh," I said, light brightening above my head. "Darkside. Blond. Skinny. I gave him rose, he hit me over the head with it."
It was the same.
"He and I have never been together," I told her.
It was her turn to look surprised. Evidently he and I have chemistry together.
I knew that, I said. So did every-bloody-body else... but for Darkside himself.
Mrs. Darth wished me the best of luck.
I sat there with my rather battered white rosebud for the longest time, grinning. I felt... kissed. Still. Always.
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