Saturday, May 15, 2004

Tonight, I went to Johnny and Holly's wedding and had a wonderful, fabulous, amazingly great time. I got to see so many of the folks from my old church that I've gotten to know and love over the past five years, including many that I hadn't seen in ages. And I got to dance with some of the kids I used to hang out with when I was a jr. high leader, many of whom are within their few weeks of high school. Actually, most of THOSE kids weren't there tonight, but many of the juniors were. One was kind enough to point out that in five years, when I get out of the Navy if I don't reenlist, she'll have graduated high school. (Granted, that's if she does make it four years.)

Meanwhile, during the bouquet toss, I told Hillary (currently in eighth grade, but as the sister of one of the current seniors, I've known her for my five years here, too) that she could stand next to me for the toss since she's nearly 10 inches taller than me (she had shoes on, but she's still at LEAST 6 inches taller barefoot) and thus could catch the bouquet and leave me free from that trouble. And she was, I think, right behind me. And lots of very eager-to-catch-it girls were in front of me and beside me. And I was standing right beside another girl shying away from that crowd, talking about how we'd leave the giddy girls the joy of fighting over the flowers while we looked on from behind. And then all of a sudden, I had flowers in my hand.

Yes, I caught the bouquet. Hilarious!

So when they did the garter toss, the garter had no weight worth mentioning to it, and it fell quickly. Liam, a young gentleman who was born shortly after I moved here five years ago, was the first to dive for it and claim it as his own. And all the girls told me it was him (I couldn't see that toss from where I was) and I was elated, because EVERYONE has a crush on Liam.

I asked him later if we were gonna get married since he caught the garter and I caught the bouquet, and he said (I'm seriously quoting this exactly as he said it), "No. ... I'm going to marry something else."

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