Raw Chicken Wasn’t the Worst of It
My cousin’s wedding was a doozy. The ceremony and reception were at this gorgeous hotel on the top of a mountain. The ceremony was held outside. It was beautifully staged, but a gusty day. We couldn’t hear a word of the ceremony. The women were trying to keep their dresses and hair from flying all over the place, while the men kept getting smacked in the face with their ties.
Then it was time for the reception. Our plates came to the table, and we cut into raw chicken. We asked for new plates to be told they didn’t have any extra, and the kitchen had been closed since the entrees were done.
My husband and I were in from out of state for the wedding, and had carpooled with another cousin (Cousin #2). We were starving, so she gave us her car and directions to a nearby Subway. We slipped out, as we didn’t want Cousin #1 to realize what had happened and be upset.
As we were finishing our subs, we get a call from Cousin #2 telling us to get back there ASAP, as she needed to leave immediately.
We pull up to the outside of the hotel, and Cousin #2 is outside yelling at yet another cousin (Cousin #3). Cousin #3’s father then starts getting in Cousin #2’s face. At this point my mother steps in and breaks it up. Cousin #2 leaves. 5 minutes later the cops show up, as someone called about the fight.
The groom then comes out and yells at everyone, and the cops end up leaving. Somehow we kept all of this from Cousin #1, who had no idea that all of this ridiculousness was happening at her wedding.
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