The second wedding is over, and I've come out on the other side safe and sound. And sane for the most part.
I would like to report that wedding number 2 went off without a hitch, but I'm afraid I can not. About halfway throuh the reception the beautiful bride took an unfortuante tumble on the dance floor, spraining her knee.
Initially, people assumed that she would carry on. That opinion changed when the ambulance and the EMTs showed up. The music played on while she and her new husband fist-pumped their way out of the reception and to a local hispital.
The reception continued, though a bit of somberness had fallen over the crowd. Fueled by Miller Lite and a bit of Jack Daniel's, I was able to carry on as well, even filling in for the groom for what seemed like a two hour Polish apron dance.
Good news, bride is OK and she and the groom are enjoying their honeymoon, though perhaps at a slower pace (stupid crutches). They will certainly have an interesting story to tell for the rest of their lives.
Well until the next wedding...