by Liz Liadis
“So what's up with this fog?” Nicholas said.
“Well, you know that rain is supposed to be good luck at a wedding,” Gwendolyn commented.
Nicholas laughed and said under his breath, “That's just what they say to the bride so she doesn't feel bad that the weather sucks.”
“I hope the favors are good,” Gwendolyn said.
Nicholas bantered, “Yeah, why do they serve drinks instead of starting off with the food at receptions? They are just asking for trouble because some drunk guy will do a flip on the dance floor or kiss a bridesmaid.”
The fog started making it even harder to see everyone in the mist and they continued their discussion while they steadily drank wine. Nicholas said, “The bride actually looks like a guy in drag!” He was standing right next to her dad.
“You're in for it!” the bride's dad said.
Nicholas scrambled and started running on the tables and knocked over tons of drinks managing to get on the stage.
The DJ, lost in his own world, announced the bride and groom as Jan and Ryan.
Nicholas couldn't help himself and said, “Which one is which?”
Jan and Ryan came out and both had too much to drink and threw Nicholas off the stage and said with the motions of Triple H, “Suck it!” It was a typical wedding in rural America.