Eep!

PTMD.

You know, after finally talking about the house and all?
And driving past it on the way home?
And stopping at what will become the local store to stroll around and pick up a couple things?
I couldn't figure out why the hell I felt so....

HORRIBLE.

But I did.
After thinking about it long enough, I think I'm still suffering from
Post Traumatic Moving Disorder and am actively having flashbacks from the Ghosts of Bad Moves Past.

If enough folks are interested, I might even talk about 'em.
You think the one I told you about was bad?
Oh, I've got worse. MUCH worse.

Lemme know if I should start.

Back to our story...one of 'em....one of many?

Meet the Bridal Party

Ya know, I do have to agree with freakykitten...
I really should get on with the wedding-related stories.
Or at least attempt to convince you that I'll EVENTUALLY get to it, even as I continually remind you to ignore all those street-corner bootleg editions of the ceremony floating around.

So where was I? Oh yeah. I was fooping around, tickling a giggling infant.

Anyway, I already told you that both his Mom and Dad were in the party. That's two of 'em. A number of the others weren't in town until the night before, so I'll show you pictures from the bridal party dinner while I spin various tales about them.

Slightly before this, we all went to the church for rehearsal to discover that the pastor we wanted for the ceremony had to perform a funeral proceeding for one of the regular parishoners. So we'd wind up getting married by some dude named Laird instead.

It wasn't the first substitution and/or replacement we'd wind up with before all was said and done. Frankly, it was one of the better. Or least horrid? You'll find out more about the others in the coming f-locked series Who should Get it First?, which I'll write exactly two weeks after I'm damned good and ready. And have finished writing about the wedding. Maybe the honeymoon, too. We'll see.

But on with the rest of this night for now, no?




Anyway, while Joe and Rhonda are tickling the babies tummy in the background, here's Marnie and her boyfriend TJ. Marnie is the maid of honor and a former college classmate of Brenda's.

At some time during their advanced learning, Brenda and Marnia and another gal (let's call her 'A') all hung out together, but Marnie and A had a huge falling out. Brenda was in the uncomfortable position of choosing between the two...and at that time, she leaned toward A. So where's A now? That's another story that happened about a year before the wedding. Yes, I know. I've gotta add it to the To Tell list. Poor, poor you. Hey, I'm bumping this one up from the usual Two Year Wait! Stop complaining.


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