Weddings abroad
This one hasn't been covered yet, so here we go. My Dad's second wedding, to his wife who I still don't get on that well with, but we try all the same... anyways.

Let's travel back in time to 1994, when I was 10 years old, much smaller and my Dad didn't have hair on his ears. He'd decided to have his wedding in Cairo, Egypt. First mistake- the bureaucracy there truly is a bitch- he'd left his papers in the consulate, went on a camel trip around Jordan and foolishly assumed they'd be ready by the time they got back. Suffice it to say they weren't. They were eventually sorted with much shouting and not a little baksheesh to some woman with babe in arms (some random? who knows...) who sorted things out on his behalf. The next problem was where the wedding took place- in cities like Sheffield we can get married in Victorian granduer... in Cairo, it looked more like a down-at-heel private eye's office, to use my father's metaphor. It truly was a dump. The third problem was the food. We went out to a restaurant the day before, and the food was needless to say, a little dodgy. Dad spent his wedding night puking his guts up to the sounds of a wedding reception taking place around the pool below, who were having a much better time than we were, as my own tender 10 year old digestive system wasn't in the best of states either. Like father, like son, I guess. Still, to their credit, the marriage is lasting much longer than his previous one.

Bandwagon jumping? Not on your length!
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 15 Jul 2005, 2:59, Reply)