“Hey, I was at your wedding on Saturday.”
It was Tuesday and I was sitting in a sports bar (with my husband…woot!) and friends to watch the KU/K-State game. This factoid was shared by the guy who delivered my grilled chicken sandwich (with swiss cheese and mushrooms…yum.)
My first thought was he must have been someone’s date that I didn’t get around to meeting…
But then Mr. Quirky remembered.
Every wedding has them. Those strangers who wander into your wedding, whether it be playful, voyeuristic or just to drink your booze.
The wedding crashers.
And ours just happened to be holding a delicious grilled chicken sandwich.
“Oh my gosh,” I said after stuffing my face with a fry. “I remember now. Oh, and can I get some ranch dressing too?” (Because any good wedding crasher should provide ranch dressing.)
I did remember. The cute couple who Mr. Quirky found in the lobby at our wedding reception (the venue is attached to a bar that is open to the public.) They had wandered in to peek at the wedding, (Because who wouldn’t want to be at that party? ) and Mr. Quirky invited them to stay and have a beer.
Turns out our wedding crasher is a cool dude (ranch dressing forgetfulness aside) who happens to work at a bar that I have been a regular at for years. The bar that introduced the Lunch Bunch.
So, we did what we do. We made a new friend, swapped numbers and hope to hang out soon.
Crash is such a harsh word. I like to think of them as wedding fans, wedding joiners, wedding strangers who become friends…