I remember bits and pieces of our wedding rehearsal party in 1989. Nothing too wild stands out. Went to the church, maybe had some sandwiches after. Pretty dull affair, I guess, compared to some that are held these days.
Like the one in New York recently where a massive brawl broke out, started by a brother of the bride-to-be who punched a brother of her future husband square in the face.
Before long, like in a movie, the whole group was smacking away, including the two fathers involved who also squared off.
The $350,000 wedding, scheduled for the next day, was called off. A pity, really, as this was obviously a match made in Heaven.
Lawsuits are flying back and forth and the poor would-be husband wants to be paid back for the $125,000 he spent on his fiancé’s ring.
Unfortunately, both families were brought low by a terrible attack of affluenza.
I am grateful nothing like this took place at our rehearsal party. Being a longtime, registered, card-carrying scaredy-cat, I would have jumped in my car and took off. I might still be out there driving around, 28 years later.
©2017 Jim Hagarty
