A--It didn't really cost that much. It's just how much the groom is worth, so I judge it as such.
B--I forgot my camera, so you'll never know how fabulous (or utterly not) I looked.
C--The Christmas potential of this early December date was grossly under utilized. No lights, no trees, not so much as a single poinsettia in sight. The only thing she (the bride) did winter-right was a heavy brocade over-coat with a white fur trimmed collar. No elbow length gloves though, no muff. And I did dispair.
D--Reindeer was served as the main course. Rudolph tastes best when seared quickly on all sides, then wrapped in foil to rest in a very low temperature oven for maybe 15 minutes. The blood should be warm--not cold.
E--Vixen is looking forward to his chance to lead the team this year.
F--I was not the only American in attendance. I was, however, the only one who enjoyed dinner.
G--I counted 3 fer-sures, 2 problees, and 4 might-as-welluv-been recycled bride's maid dresses in the crowd. I spent a good portion of the evening wondering what Jilly would have to say about this phenomenon.
H--The music was live. Accordians were involved. The second song out was a soft-rock meets polka rendition of "I Shot the Sheriff". And I did dispair.
I--It seems money really doesn't necessarily buy taste.
J--It can buy a damn fine chef though. Have I mentioned the crab salad?
K--I knew exactly two people at this multi-million dollar wedding: Mister, and the multi-million dollar groom. Both of whom I danced with.
L--One of these men grabbed my ass mid-dip.
M--The crab salad was worth the grope.
N--All in all, it was a fine wedding.
O--But a Christmas wedding it certainly wasn't. Which is sad, because I've always wanted to go to one of those.....