I was talking to my mom on the way home tonight, and I mentioned that I’m going to Brendan’s wedding in Michigan this weekend.
So she said, “Okay, have fun, give me a call when you get back.” Then she put on a very, very serious voice, and said “Do NOT catch the bouquet.”
Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.
Speaking of which, is the whole bouquet/garter thing kind of a moot point, what with Nate’s wedding being so soon after and all?
I think so. And thus, I think that gives me immunity to tradition. So maybe I’ll try to catch the garter, then know that Nate has bailed me out.
Boo-ya.
Who knows, you could end up getting married in Vegas New Year’s Eve, then getting it annulled New Year’s Day à la Britney Spears-Federline.