FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Sabrina/Martin (Part 149c)
Going to a
Saturday wedding in the morning was certainly different. The church was
about an hour and a half away and getting all dressed up, especially for
Elle, at 9:30am was weird. Our girls wanted to know why and when Elle
told them we were going to Sabrina’s (Lisa) wedding they wanted to go
too which added to the stress. Elle didn’t want to wear a “package”. In
her mind it would distract from the happy, gleeful mood that weddings
put her in. Other than to suggest it I was silent. However, she did pick
out a pair of her “fancy panties’ to wear which was a bit of a
consolation for me. But, unknown to her I managed to put a couple of her
‘dribble panties’ and a sanitary panty aside to take with us. To me,
with all the unknowns she’d be facing with the various places we’d be going
was taking a big risk. I will grant you this... she looked great!
West
bound traffic on a Saturday morning was always good. We were early but
couldn’t get into the church as the choir was practicing for some sort
of performance later that day. It was too cold to stand outside so we
retreated to the station wagon. We saw a couple of people we didn’t
really know but recognized them from back when Sabrina (Lisa) was living
next door to us during the Summer. We invited them in with us and then
were entertained as they told stories of growing up with Sabrina (Lisa).
By the time they opened the doors to the church there had to have been at least 30
people shivering outside.
The church was beautifully decorated
for Christmas. It only served to remind me that time was really flying
by and the next weekend it would be there. Sabrina (Lisa) was a little
more than fashionably late and the minister was noticeably upset. When
the ceremony began I looked around and it appeared there were over 100
people there. The church could hold at least three times that number.
The ushers (including Pete) pushed us to sit close to the front. I ended
up having an aisle seat so could see Sabrina (Lisa) walk down the aisle
with her father. I’d seen him a few times when he'd come out to see how
the work on the house was progressing. In this situation he
didn’t look like I remembered him. My memory was of a gruff, no nonsense
man. Here, he was completely at ease. (As Elle mentioned a bit later it
was probably because he would finally be rid of Sabrina (Lisa) ) Like
most females, Elle’s concentration was on the dress. I was taken by it
as well. It was short in front (above the knees) but there was a
traditional train flowing behind it. I couldn’t help but wonder if she
was still wearing the cotton band leg panties of hers that I’d seen any
number of times. One thing I remember from the service was that she
was married using her birth name of Lisa. I wondered if that also meant
the end of her dream of being a writer.
As an aside... the Maid
of Honor and the bridesmaids wore short burgundy dresses. Of the five
only two were worth any attention. What got my attention was that the
dresses all flared out from the waist to the hem. I remembered back to
when we were in high school and almost all the girls wore crinolines to
create a circle effect around them and I mentioned it to Elle. She
pretty much confirmed that was what they were wearing and I remember her saying that she’d never seen
such short ones.
Everybody had to be out of the church by
1:30pm so it could be readied for another wedding. We’d been told how to
get to the reception, the local American Legion hall, but none of our
group had ever been there and didn’t know the area at all. ”Big B“ said
he thought he knew where it was located so a parade of six cars set out
to find the place. An hour later we finally arrived... just before Sabrina...
oops, Lisa, and Martin. The hall was pretty pedestrian
even with an effort to decorate it with things pertaining to a wedding
on the walls and tables. The original plan had been for it to be held at
the area’s most elegant (and expensive) hotel with the food to be
provided by them. The hall had a kitchen but they didn’t do any cooking
there. That meant it had to be catered and they were late in arriving.
That meant there was a fair amount of alcohol being consumed while we
all waited around. At least the band was good although a bit loud for
such a small venue.
The bride’s table with all the
bridesmaids and ushers was on a raised platform at the front of the
hall. They had placed small steps at the rear of it for easy access.
With the delay (and the drinking) any number of the guys were just
taking a big step to get up onto the platform. I remember hearing a
collective ”Ooohhhh“ and turned around to see one of the bridesmaids on
her back with one of her legs still up on the platform. The platform was probably 18 inches high, not a lot if you’re 5
feet tall, but a big step for a female only 5’5” or so with a few drinks
in her. In any case she’d hit her head. By the time I got there her leg
was placed on the floor and she was asking what had happened. The usher
who had been escorting her suggested that they take her to the lobby
area where there were a couple of couches. When they tried to get her up
she bent her knees and reached out her hands for people to pull her up.
I would’ve loved to have been one of them but I had to settle for a
brief peek of her panties as she arose. They were black and it was a bit
of a shock being used to white and pastels. I also remember wondering if
they were bikinis.
The food was, at best, palatable. We had a
choice of beef or chicken and the usual fare of veggies. By the time
we’d eaten and it was time for cutting of the cake there were more than
just a few people who were feeling more than a little ‘happy’ including a
number of the females. The bridal bouquet throw was quite comical. I’ve
often wondered how that tradition got started. In any case there were
at least a dozen females, all ages and sizes, lined up as Lisa (I got
it right!) turned her back and prepared to launch it over her shoulder.
I’m sure she would’ve gotten a laugh watching the melee that followed.
To be continued...
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