So when i was 17 i went to a close family friend's wedding. leah pearson was marrying john "handy" handerton at that weird little church at the corner of s. lakes dr and ridge heights. turns out they were Episcopalian. who knew? before the ceremony even started my brother and i had quite a time joking on mr. handerton and his fabulous nickname. as leah made her way down the aisle handy absolutely lost it. im talking victoria falls
my brother and i lost it as well. i remember thinking "what kind of fucking pansy ass loser balls at his own wedding, or any wedding for that matter?" the fact that his name was handy, and he was a male nurse, and he was weeping like a child the whole ceremony was just too much. well, as you all know the times they have a changed. im basically a male nurse, my nickname is the gay dolphin, and i recently cried watching sports center. in the photo at the top stacie and i are both in the grips of an emotional outburst before our friends wedding even started. we are so effed at our own wedding. somewhere....handy handerton will be laughing (and probably crying). and yes, we ran back the same outfits a week later.
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So much welling up I can hardly stand it. Let the crying commence I say. Maybe you can get all sobing out before the big day through a number of "good crys." There is nothing wrong with crying at one's, or anyone's, weddding. But I fear for the completion of the ceremony due to the excess in the department of heavy emotional, body-shaking, stubbed toe crying. Just let it out.
Rudy + Remember the Titans = salty discharge
Are you serious? Wet napkins.
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