Part 3: A Day In History: Saturday, December 9, 2006
Chapter 2: It Is Right To Give Thanks And Praise
George and I walk briskly to the front of the church, and two young guys advise us as we walk inside that there are still free seats upstairs. We walk inside and everyone is looking at the door, obviously waiting for the bridal party to enter. We quickly shuffle into the corner and try to be inconspicuous, which for George proves to be a little be difficult as he towers over most people by several inches.
As the ceremony kicks into gear I looked around to see a faint mist of steam rising from the standing room area where we are. This is sweat. As I look around at the people standing in front of me, beads of sweat are beginning to roll down their necks, and patches start to form on their shirts.
Thankfully we aren't there for very much longer as it's an extremely quick Catholic wedding. Thank the Lord. So we burst out of the church as soon as the happy couple passes us, and we head for the shade of the closest tree for a little bit of relief.
As he has to drive me home, George and I don't hang around long. We jump into his car and he informs me that we can't put the air conditioning on past 1 and we can't put the windows in the front down either. My phone rings suddenly. It's Maddy, and she's not happy.
George and I walk briskly to the front of the church, and two young guys advise us as we walk inside that there are still free seats upstairs. We walk inside and everyone is looking at the door, obviously waiting for the bridal party to enter. We quickly shuffle into the corner and try to be inconspicuous, which for George proves to be a little be difficult as he towers over most people by several inches.
As the ceremony kicks into gear I looked around to see a faint mist of steam rising from the standing room area where we are. This is sweat. As I look around at the people standing in front of me, beads of sweat are beginning to roll down their necks, and patches start to form on their shirts.
Thankfully we aren't there for very much longer as it's an extremely quick Catholic wedding. Thank the Lord. So we burst out of the church as soon as the happy couple passes us, and we head for the shade of the closest tree for a little bit of relief.
As he has to drive me home, George and I don't hang around long. We jump into his car and he informs me that we can't put the air conditioning on past 1 and we can't put the windows in the front down either. My phone rings suddenly. It's Maddy, and she's not happy.
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