Questionably Fabulous

Weddings are strange things… 

They are a place where several different groups of people gather – most of who have nothing more in common than their relationship with the bride or the groom or both.  You have the family members of both parties – some of which the bride and or the groom would never socialize if it were not for the shared blood line.  And you have friends of each – some old, some new, some in common…  This is one of the reason seating charts are so frustrating, who will get along with who?  Who will or won’t be offended by X?  If these two tables are close to one another will they fight?  So & So and XYZ are bound to hook up so lets put them at the same table…  etc etc etc

Bryan and I chose our tables carefully, trying to put people together who would party the night away if allowed to feed off each other’s energy.  For the most part we succeeded quite well.  There were a few bizarre “complaints”.  Well, no one really complained but there were questions or disappointments verbalized in strange circles…  Like one guy asked “How come I didn’t sit there with my ex?”  To which others would shrug and then later ask me about.  “Um, maybe cause you two aren’t on speaking terms anymore!” 

The funniest story just got relayed to me this morning…  A good friend of mine came to the wedding without her husband last minute.  I wasn’t too surprised as I’m not close with her husband, just her.  Anyway, there was a married man at the wedding who came without his wife.  Why?  Not sure, we were told that she had to stay home with the sheep…  yea, you read that right, with the sheep.

Anyway, there is some history with this particular man.  At the past two weddings he attended he tried to kiss the mother of the bride (married, there with the father of the bride, still married) and hit on several other women.  So there is a bit of a track record.  Bryan and I sat him with some other people who came sans dates and with people we thought he’d get along with.  Since my friend came without her hubby at the last minute, there was an extra seat at her table… and this guy re-sat himself!    Has anyone else had this done?  I’ve heard of people swapping tables after dinner but never before the meal!  In any event, there he was, sitting next to the object of his affection… 

Now, there’d been some stories and inquiries about these two starting the night of when neither left the dance floor the entire night and were seen chatting at the bar and taking a walk or two on the pier…  So I wasn’t too surprised when I had coffee with my friend this morning and she started laughing and telling me that this guy was overly hitting on her.  The details were extraordinary – apparently he’s just not sexually satisfied with his wife and he’s got a lot of life left in him he’d like to express. 

UM – WHAT?! 

At the end of the night when he walked her to the car he said “I suppose since I’m married, and you’re married, this can’t really go anywhere.”  To which she responded “Where exactly did you think this was going?”  They said good night and the next day on his ride to the airport he said to my dad “I sure do wish that when you went to these sorts of things they had rosters so you could keep in touch with people.”