I consider myself a fairly low-maintenance bride and I would certainly say the same about my groom. Perhaps though, in the 10 months between now and the wedding, we will gradually have portions of our brains replaced by Twinkie cream, which can be the only possible explanation for that which you are about to view.
This serves as a fitting kickoff to a new Bridal Bird feature: I’m Not Sh***ing You I Actually Saw This At a Wedding (working title: INSYIASTAaW). No longer must the tales of your most ridiculous wedding experiences be confined to your own noggin or your therapist’s couch. Feel free to unburden yourself of them here. I’ve already gotten a nice batch—ranging from the simple anecdote to the full-scale epic with photos. If you want to be a part of the magic, keep them coming to brunchbird (at) yahoo (dot) com. First installment comes Monday. Consider it an early Christmas present.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go start choreographing my wedding party’s dance to the Leon Haywood’s 1975 masterwork “I Want’a Do Something Freaky to You.”