A Wedding Tale: Reaction

After nineteen minutes of driving, I arrived at the church. Of course the Rehearsal was already over, but the Rehearsal dinner was still going on. I attempted to slip in quietly. However, my best friend, the Groom, is not one to let that happen.

As soon as he saw me coming through the door, he started barking and howling, and every other male there followed suit. After making my bows, the Groom came up to greet me. "How's my Best Man feeling? I hear those shots are rough." He said as he slaped my left shoulder, finding the exact spot where the RIG was injected. I grimaced and tried to reply, "Not much pain, unless you slap my shoulders and hips. Other than the sudden craving for some raw meat, I'm good." "Glad to hear it. The Maid of Honor looked rather lonely walking herself down the Isle." He said as his soon to be Wife found her way to me. "Here," she said as she handed me her Wedding band. "Do Not loose this." I held out my hand and said, "I shall protect it until my dying breath." And before I knew it she had wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug, "I'm glad you're okay."

After she finished hugging me and I thwarted an attempt from the Groom at poking the RIG injection site (which would continue through out the night), I said, "Now, where's this lonely Maid of Honor I've heard so much about?" I was quickly ushered to a young and attractive lady who shook my hand, "You are okay to walk me down the Isle tomorrow, right?" I replied, "I believe I can manage to walk a beautiful lady down the Isle." "Good. But if you try to bite me I'll have to put you down." "You promise?" "Promise."

More introductions were made. Eventually I was allowed time to eat and tell everyone what happened. Once I was finished we had to clean up and make sure the room was as it was before everyone arrived.

While I was putting up chairs, I noticed that my left eye was starting to itch, a lot. At first I just dismissed it as something in my eye. But, before we finished putting the tables and chairs up, I could tell that my eye was starting to swell. It quickly swelled to the usual level.

Unfortunately, once all the tables and chairs were put away, we had to go set up the area where the reception would be. More unfortunate still, I was assigned to help the Maid of Honor. About half way through she finally asked, "So...what's the matter with your eye?" "Oh that? I'm just trying to imitate Will Smith in Hitch." She only shook her head and kept going.

Once we finished the Groom and the rest of the Groomsmen came over to find out what we were going to do for the rest of the evening. While the Maid of Honor went back to the female flock on the other side of the reception hall. Once the Groom saw my eye he shouted, "Jesus! What is that?!" I heard the Bride ask, "What!? What is it?" He quickly recovered and shouted back, "Nothing Honey. Nothing to worry about." The said to me, "Dude, what's wrong with your eye?" I told him that it had to be an allergic reaction to the shots. "We can't let her see you like that. We have to fix it...and in less than sixteen hours." One of the Groomsmen said, "All he needs is some Benadryl. It'll be down before tomorrow morning." "Great, we need to get it now. Honey, we're gone."

After they got finished saying their goodbyes we were off to find the nearest Grocery Store. Once there I found the Benadryl Liquigels and went ahead and took four. Of course when we got to the register the Cashier pointed out that the box was open. When I did not respond he looked up at me and saw my eye. "Ah...I guess you opened it then." I shook my head and paid. Over the course of the night my eye eventually returned to an almost normal size.

I am not sure if it was luck or divine intervention that I stayed awake longer than the Groom after taking four pills. Of course it could have been the non stop caffeine intake at the pool hall. Just so you all know my job since the start of the dinner was to make sure that the Groom did not get too drunk, the other Groomsmen as well. So, it was not just that I needed to stay awake, my survival depended on it. If I fell asleep on the job and they got plastered, I am fairly certain that the Bride would have put me down herself. She is half my size and weight, but when she says something, she means business. So, the limit on beers from the start was two.

She also said that I was to make sure that we all went to sleep at a reasonable hour. She should have told us to go to bed early. With us not having to wake up until around 0900 hrs, I took a reasonable hours as somewhere around 0300 hrs.

So, at 0200 hrs I told everyone to head home and to get some much needed sleep. The Groom slept at my place due to the fact that he now lives in a different county.

At this point I was just thankful to be going to sleep after a stupidly long day and another one to come.

To Be Continued.

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