Justice of the pieces
Yet another wedding chunk.
So the photos are done and the JOP is there. From here on out we'll call him "the dude". We aren't going to call him that because he looks like Jeff Bridges. We're not calling him that because he was inherintly cool. nope. We're calling him the dude for lack of a better name. I called him the dude during the event because Justice of the Peace sounded... well stupid. Who am I to talk? I'm the Rev. R. Atheist Weddings performed in the state of WA for free as long as I don't have to say the g word.
So the dude had a pink shirt on. I'm not against the color pink or shirts for that matter, but I thought it was a little weird to be dressed so casually to perform a wedding. He had a robe. I need a robe. I don't have a fucking robe. That thing was cool. You can perform a wedding having a really gnarly hawaian shirt on and nobody but the groom knows. Why? Because you're talking to the groom in the back behind the screens likely seeing if he'll puke.
Dave wasn't looking so good aftet the witness's had signed. He was pretty much on the edge and I was a little worried about him. I've said before that I don't like the smell of puke and his tux looked so nice. So when the news that the strings quartet (of which there were 3 of them so they called themselves a trio maybe? no clue. A string trio? sounds too folky, as they weren't playing green sleeves.) were late and where is the number so we can call and say WTF? (Thats "What the Fuck?" by the way)
When he heard that, his eyes fluttered and I really thought he was gonna either hurl or worse pass out. So I moved him away from the dude and to a chair. He sat down and started to relax. We talked about stuff mostly the trains going by outside. Not sure what the dude was doing at this point. He said he was going to be fine and I could go out and get people to sit down. I went back out and told his mom to move people to the chairs. There is a special power granted to the mother's of those getting married. It's the gift of herding. They can raise their voice slightly point and large groups of people will move without question. I think it's like getting between a bear and her cubs: dangerous.
I went back and saw The Dude talking to Dave and I thought, "OK he's fine now. The dude has it under control".
I found out later the dude was talking politics and the war and scaring the fuck out of Dave. I guess the dude was lucky Dave didn't puke on his pink shirt...
Next time... The ceremony.
So the photos are done and the JOP is there. From here on out we'll call him "the dude". We aren't going to call him that because he looks like Jeff Bridges. We're not calling him that because he was inherintly cool. nope. We're calling him the dude for lack of a better name. I called him the dude during the event because Justice of the Peace sounded... well stupid. Who am I to talk? I'm the Rev. R. Atheist Weddings performed in the state of WA for free as long as I don't have to say the g word.
So the dude had a pink shirt on. I'm not against the color pink or shirts for that matter, but I thought it was a little weird to be dressed so casually to perform a wedding. He had a robe. I need a robe. I don't have a fucking robe. That thing was cool. You can perform a wedding having a really gnarly hawaian shirt on and nobody but the groom knows. Why? Because you're talking to the groom in the back behind the screens likely seeing if he'll puke.
Dave wasn't looking so good aftet the witness's had signed. He was pretty much on the edge and I was a little worried about him. I've said before that I don't like the smell of puke and his tux looked so nice. So when the news that the strings quartet (of which there were 3 of them so they called themselves a trio maybe? no clue. A string trio? sounds too folky, as they weren't playing green sleeves.) were late and where is the number so we can call and say WTF? (Thats "What the Fuck?" by the way)
When he heard that, his eyes fluttered and I really thought he was gonna either hurl or worse pass out. So I moved him away from the dude and to a chair. He sat down and started to relax. We talked about stuff mostly the trains going by outside. Not sure what the dude was doing at this point. He said he was going to be fine and I could go out and get people to sit down. I went back out and told his mom to move people to the chairs. There is a special power granted to the mother's of those getting married. It's the gift of herding. They can raise their voice slightly point and large groups of people will move without question. I think it's like getting between a bear and her cubs: dangerous.
I went back and saw The Dude talking to Dave and I thought, "OK he's fine now. The dude has it under control".
I found out later the dude was talking politics and the war and scaring the fuck out of Dave. I guess the dude was lucky Dave didn't puke on his pink shirt...
Next time... The ceremony.
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