Eventually I shall get around to recounting the strange and sordid tale of the Rock n’ Roll wedding K and I went to back in September. This wedding story, has anything I’ve ever experienced smacked straight into the bargin bin.
Here’s an excerpt:
Now, apparently the bride’s cousin had been playing the role of her recently deceased father, which nobody bothered to fucking tell me beforehand. He gave her away at the altar and got her birth control prescription refilled the day of the wedding.
So when I called the “cousins” out to the dancefloor, the groom bellowed “THEY’RE THE KISSING KIND!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAA!!!”
Judging by the looks of the cousins, I could tell they were. Hell, they were probably brother and sister too.
So they danced, while the groom danced with his cousin who had cerebral palsy and was confined to a wheelchair.
At first, the groom was hunched over and holding the armrests of the wheelchair as he tried to spin her around.
This was before his stoned mind could comprehend that the wheelchair didn’t exactly work that way.
So he ended up just walking on the side of the chair as she wheeled up and down the dancefloor.
It was sweet and needed to be documented on film.
Unfortunately, the photographer was getting high in the parking lot.
There’s no visuals, so here’s a fun shot of a wedding we can all be glad we didn’t go to.