Daily Prompt: Comedy of Errors (and bonus assignment!)
Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!
Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.
Murphy’s Law seems to be the story of my life, Mr. Rockstar’s as well, so once we got married it became our joke. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all, sort of thing. Well, both of us have had bad days individually, but I think I’ll go with the day from hell that we went through together.
The day of our wedding me, Mr. Rockstar, and my daughter were finishing up the sheet music roses that we used for bouquets. Each of my ladies of awesome had one, and our mother’s, as well as our friend who officiated our ceremony, and my aunt who helped me. Mr. Rockstar and my daughter’s boyfriend were going by the place to pick up the chairs we needed to rent. Me, my daughter, and my grandson were headed to my parents so we could get everything else together and get ready for the wedding.
Just after our wedding ceremony was over the rain came down in torrents. Now, before you start thinking, well rain on your wedding day is supposed to be lucky, you need to know that our wedding was outdoors. Ceremony in my parents front yard, and the reception in our backyard.
We had a real Southern pig barbecue reception. We had just enough time to take pictures of the wedding party, of us individually and with our family’s, but not of us together. We went inside, we weren’t going to change but we went back outside because everyone was asking for us and we both got drenched. Everyone was huddling under the tents but we didn’t have enough of them, so some were using umbrellas. Others were huddled under the front porch, which we did for a few minutes. Finally, we went back inside to change.
By the time we changed, all of the barbecue was gone. We didn’t get any of it.
But the bulk of our friends and family hung in there and waited out the rain. Many of them brought their own umbrellas. A good friend of ours who was going to do an acoustic show for our reception arrived late because he had a blow out on his trailer while on the interstate, not one but two tires, thanks to someone who ran him off the road. He got the gear out of his trailer and put it in the back of his SUV and kept on trucking it to our wedding. (Turned out someone ended up stealing his trailer, poor guy. Murphy was following him that day, too.)
When he arrived he kept apologizing and we kept telling him not to worry about it. The main theme of our wedding was, “We’re having a party, with a wedding.” So we weren’t worried about it. We hadn’t had our first dance, and thanks to our friends were able to–in the rain under an umbrella. Another friend held an umbrella over our friend Scott so he could play the guitar and sing the song he’d written for our wedding. It was so beautiful and we were both teary eyed by the time he finished the song.
Thanks to the rain, the tears, and the humidity my makeup and hair were shot! So much for great reception pictures, still we did get some really good ones so I was pleased about that.
We finally left our reception, after opening some of our gifts, which were awesome, and headed towards Charleston. Now, mind you, we haven’t eaten. Everyone else at our reception got the barbecue though, so that was a plus since it was my uncle and my dad’s special homemade barbecue sauce.
We arrive in Charleston, check into our hotel, and we’re starving. We ended up going to IHOP. The food was good, and we were hungry, but most of all the company was awesome.
I could tell a few other stories but this one sticks out the most because it wasn’t that long ago and because it was our wedding/reception/honeymoon. So though it all turned out okay, and we had a great wedding, a fun reception, and an awesome honeymoon, it was eventful.