I don’t know if you’ve ever been involved in a wedding, but it can be a complicated and stressful affair that makes climbing Mt. Everest look like an afternoon stroll.
Some of that oxygen that mountain climbers use might be useful right now, because my 23-year-old daughter, Curly Girl, is shortly to be married and is becoming a nervous wreck. Luckily, the wedding venue we picked does almost everything for us — all I have to do is open my wallet and throw gobs of money at them — but my daughter is still worried that her day won’t be “perfect.” As an officially Old Person, I’ve explained to her that nothing is ever perfect, and the mishaps make the best stories later on. But this has not relieved her anxiety at all.
I decided to tell true-life stories from people who had wedding disasters. Last week was Part One. This is Part Two and I could probably go on for a year. Enjoy.
