Weddings n' stuff
I participated in a wedding rehersal this summer at an Orthodox Reformed Church.
The Maid of Honour and myself (AKA Bridesmaid) were sitting in the first pew listing to the preacher give haphazard directions to the bride and groom for walking down the isle and getting married the next day.
In order to break up the seriousness of things, I looked over at the Maid of Honour and said with all sincerety doesn't the priest have a nice ass? She looked at me with a grin and called me a pig. I laughed and asked, tell me you didn't notice? She replied yes. We giggled sinfully and with tears coming down our cheeks. Call it a moment. The Preacher is a cross between Dick Van Dyke and Foghorn: Heighth and charisma on the surface.
The photographer was observing our teary-eyed giggling and with intense curiosity asked what we were laughing about. The photographer is a good friend of the bride, bridesmaid and only an acquantance of mine - a great gal. So, I asked her the question...Do you think the preacher has a nice ass? Hell yes, she concurred. Well, then you need to take pictures capturing 'the moment'I suggested.
Albeit the pictures are pending, I can only say that via my informal survey, the woman agreed that the preacher had a nice ass. Another thing pending was the fact that on the wedding day and through the eyes of a nonparticipant of organized religion (me), the preacher, instead of having a nice ass, made an ass of himself.
The preacher ass-essed things poorly by using the wedding to soapbox his policical views about women, marriage and a womens role in the marriage a litte to the extreme.
No, I'm not a bra burning feminist. Just don't like political gain or hidden agendas to a group of wedding guests. Save it for the Sunday Sermon, for the 'members' who want to belive.
I should have guessed: Who can trust an organization with the name "Orthodox Reformed"? Isn't that an oxymoron?
The Maid of Honour and myself (AKA Bridesmaid) were sitting in the first pew listing to the preacher give haphazard directions to the bride and groom for walking down the isle and getting married the next day.
In order to break up the seriousness of things, I looked over at the Maid of Honour and said with all sincerety doesn't the priest have a nice ass? She looked at me with a grin and called me a pig. I laughed and asked, tell me you didn't notice? She replied yes. We giggled sinfully and with tears coming down our cheeks. Call it a moment. The Preacher is a cross between Dick Van Dyke and Foghorn: Heighth and charisma on the surface.The photographer was observing our teary-eyed giggling and with intense curiosity asked what we were laughing about. The photographer is a good friend of the bride, bridesmaid and only an acquantance of mine - a great gal. So, I asked her the question...Do you think the preacher has a nice ass? Hell yes, she concurred. Well, then you need to take pictures capturing 'the moment'I suggested.
Albeit the pictures are pending, I can only say that via my informal survey, the woman agreed that the preacher had a nice ass. Another thing pending was the fact that on the wedding day and through the eyes of a nonparticipant of organized religion (me), the preacher, instead of having a nice ass, made an ass of himself.
The preacher ass-essed things poorly by using the wedding to soapbox his policical views about women, marriage and a womens role in the marriage a litte to the extreme.
No, I'm not a bra burning feminist. Just don't like political gain or hidden agendas to a group of wedding guests. Save it for the Sunday Sermon, for the 'members' who want to belive.I should have guessed: Who can trust an organization with the name "Orthodox Reformed"? Isn't that an oxymoron?
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