The Wedding Day

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The Wedding Day
Christine Morgan (vecna@eskimo.com)
Author's Note: this is a recounting of events that took place in Eureka, CA,
on May 23rd, 1992. The bride was yours truly.

'Twas the day of the wedding, and at the motel
The bride she stood waiting, her mom there as well
The guests were all gathered down at the dock
As the time got closer to seven o'clock
The cameras were ready, the cake was aboard
The champagne was standing by to be poured
Across Humboldt Bay, the faintest breeze blew
The sun was still shining, and the local folks knew
It would be an evening they'd never forget
But they didn't know that they'd seen nothing yet
Handshakes were done, introductions made
The groom grew more nervous in tuxedo and shades
When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But dear Daddy Tom hauling ass down the pier
His silver hair flying, his face a bright red
"There's a poem in here somewhere," the relatives said
The keys, it turned out, were locked in the car
Guess he shouldn't have stopped at that quaint little bar
And as for the room key, they had it not
So the bride and her mother were in the parking lot
And people walked by and drivers slowed down
And stared at the girl in her long formal gown
She should have been worried but she was laughing instead
"Things were going too perfect," between giggles she said
Good thing the boat was just a few blocks away
Because dear Daddy Tom broke records that day
For running in dress shoes and finding spare keys
And getting back to the motel as fast as you'd please
Where we heard him exclaim what all brides long to hear
"Shit, I can't believe this, I'm so sorry, dear"
But they made it on time, not one minute late
And everyone said it was well worth the wait
They boarded the boat and sailed out in the bay
As the sun set on a beautiful wedding day


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