Today is my 14th anniversary so it seems apropos that W fell today.
I had originally intended to do Werewolves when I reached W and maunder on about my unfinished Were story, but since it’s not done there really isn’t a whole lot left to say that I didn’t cover in other letters.
Besides I really don’t feel like writing about Werewolves tonight.
So, my wedding it is.
We had a rather small wedding, held in a backyard. A couple dozen family and friends turned up and hopefully had a good time. It was mostly uneventful, except for one thing that stands out.
The centerpiece caught fire.
It wasn’t an elaborate arrangement…silk flowers and greenery in a vase…but it was pretty for something fake. We had placed four floating flower candles in small clear glass bowls at the ‘corners’ of the centerpiece and, being candles, they were lit.
This table held the drinks on one side and plates, silverware and napkins on the other. You can probably see where this is going.
Yep, one of the napkins took a holiday and went for a swim. Only it didn’t reach the water because of the curve of the bowl and instead went up in flames and then promptly decided it liked flowers better than the beach.
All of this naturally happened during the ceremony so no one was facing it except the Justice of the Peace.
It was quickly put out, of course. And things proceeded smoothly after that. But it did make our wedding memorable.
What memorable thing happened at your wedding? I’d really like to hear some stories.