The Wedding (inspired by round robin)

The clouds were looking ominous. The white, fluffy cotton balls of an hour earlier had been replaced by various shades of grey. There was a storm brewing and I knew it would come to full boil just in time for the ceremony. At this point, there were two choices. I could move the wedding inside where everyone would stay dry but cramped like a tin of sardines. Or, I could defy nature and pray that the storm would hold off. Midnight had descended mid-afternoon. My decision had been made for me.

There was already enough confusion in the wedding party. The bride and groom were acting like strangers and trying to sort through the bountiful guest list. No one could remember where Uncle Ralph fit in the family tree. The real question arose as to which tree did he fall from. The bride's mother was already halfway to creating new memories before the ceremony even started.

The small entranceway was large enough that we could seat the most important family members. Those still capable of standing could fall in behind. Now, how many more aren't capable of standing? This wedding is never going to happen...