“FATHER OF THE BRIDE CHOKES TO DEATH AFTER HEARING HIS DAUGHTER IS PLANNING A MUCH MORE EXTRAVAGANT WEDDING THAN HE HAD BEEN LED TO BELIEVE.”
Tonight Father of the Bride and I had dinner at the local Mexican food joint. We ran into one of our old neighbors and her child, who I used to babysit when I was 13. He is now 11 and has learned how to walk and clothe himself in the interim years since I babysat him (or so it seems). This allowed me to say the requisite “Oh boy do I feel old” and observe his awkward countenance.
Our old neighbor immediately brought up my sister’s impending wedding (how she had gotten the news, I have no idea given the fact that I wasn’t aware anyone even talks to her with any sort of regularity anymore) and I temporarily feigned interest (”Yes, isn’t it wonderful. Yes, she’s graduating from medical school, too. Yes, busy girl. I’ll have the taco salad. Hold the chicken. Thanks.”).
Since the wedding had come up I had a chance to ask Father of the Bride if he’d been keeping up with Bridezilla’s wedding blog. Not surprisingly he hadn’t. “I forgot the link,” he said, through mouthfuls of flautas. “Could you send it to me?”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for it,” I said, cautioning him like a parent reminding their kid not to drink at the high school party. “She’s really gone whole-hog into this…like the other day,” I said, taking a bite of lettuce, “she had an entry about which embroidered critters to put on the –”
My dad’s fork suddenly fell to the plate and he started choking on his flautas. “Embroi–” ::cough cough cough:: “Embroidered critters?” He said through mouthfuls of what I believe was flautas, disbelief and dread.
After a few minutes of the Heimlich, he finally recovered and we had a good laugh. I told him how I had told Bridezilla I would not attend her wedding if it had any lobster motifs and that one of her blog entries had said something like “Oh, to be a peacock.”
Father of the Bride picked up another flauta and said “She’s obviously lost her mind.”
I merely retorted, “No, Dad, she’s getting married.”
Welcome to the party, Father of the Bride. Your hostess will now seat you.
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April 17, 2008 at 1:23 am
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