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I'm a caterer.

Not a mind reader.

As the caterer, it's my job to make your night the most amazing it can possibly be.

Which I do.

But if I were a mind reader, I would have taken my vast knowledge to come up with the answer to the question on everyone's mind Saturday night: What in the Hell did we just see?

I mean, the setting was gorgeous.

The flowers were stunning.

The dresses, the tuxedos - all beautiful.

But looks are deceiving.

It was hard to pick, really, who was more isane; Bridal Betty or The Wacko Groom.

The only thing I can tell you is that I have come to the conclusion that The Wacko groom is either A) In the Federal Witness Protection program. Or B) A lying cheating cad who may, or may not, be divorced from his first wife.

And Bridal Betty is either A) Totally and completely out of her fucking mind. Or B) Suffers from the lowest self-esteem on the planet.

Either way, you could not help but sense this profound sadness coming from Bridal Betty's family.

Of course, that sentiment could have been a reaction to the fact that Bridal Betty's father insisted on hiking his tuxedo pants up to his arm pits like Ed Grimley. This managed to create a fair amount of attention to the fact that he wasn't wearing black socks as he should have been and that he very clearly liked the feeling of all that fabric pulled tightly around his "Man Parts".

Posted by Foodwhore at September 27, 2004 02:14 PM

Posted by: Dr Alice at September 27, 2004 05:21 PM

Posted by: Dr Alice at September 27, 2004 05:22 PM