At this point one of our oldest and dearest friends had come up the dock and shooed the two drunk dudes away. She had some news for me...
"As long as we're attached to the dock, we'll have air conditioning. This means that the ceremony will have to be downstairs in the cabin while we're docked. After the ceremony, we'll take off up the river into the wind."
"Ok. Oh well. There's nothing we can do about it now." I laughed, so did she. "How's Eric?"
She laughed hard and snorted like she always did. God bless my dear friend. "Oh you know Eric, he's pissed but he'll have to get over it."
I grinned. She was right. I felt bad for him. He wanted everything to be perfect. If there was anything that my last marriage did for me, it prepared me for Eric. I was much more relaxed than I used to be.
The rest of the wedding was hysterical. Imagine 40 people (most of them overweight) crammed into a very small space watching us exchange vows. The air conditioning was a non-issue. We were are sweating like hogs under a blanket.
My dearest Eric. He was constantly between frowning and grinning during the ceremony. He was happy that we were getting married but he couldn't get past the La Bamba music playing in the background from the party next door.
My first wedding was spectacular. Red Tulips and white Roses. Holly and Christmas trees. It was a holiday wedding and it was breathtaking. Nothing went wrong except that the two souls exchanging vows were never meant to be.
My second wedding was pure comedy. Everything went wrong except the two souls exchanging vows.