It really did rain on my wedding day and I did not see the irony of the situation. We were inside so it really wasn’t a problem.
It was forecasted to rain on my wedding day and my wife nearly died, so I bought seven purple umbrellas and one big white umbrella so they could take pictures in the rain. It didn’t rain until after pictures. Is that irony?
Even our photos were inside because we got married in this sort of high-end mall that was on the courthouse square and had a giant ballroom at the top floor. We had the ceremony and reception there, and there was a very pretty fountain on the ground floor where we did the pictures.
My brother also got married in a ballroom. In Alabama. In view of the “First White House of the Confederacy.” We are not Southerners but his wife is. It was also a Gone With the Wind themed wedding. They claim they have no racial prejudices but after that, it was pretty hard to buy. And that was before the day my brother decided to post to everyone on Facebook that he would yell the N-word when he was alone in his car because it was transgressive. (But he doesn’t do it to be racist, he swears!)
Really looking forward to visiting him in Atlanta in a couple weeks. I haven’t seen him in 10 years and was hoping to keep it that way, but my mom is elderly and won’t take a plane and so I’m driving her. At least I’m going to be staying with friends instead of him.
Sorry, I needed to rant for a second.
