Ship Happens

Saturday was the day of the $60,000 wedding and I imagined it to be much more fantastical than it actually was. I had envisioned a meal of caviar and truffles, some celebrity guest musicians, and diamond wedding favors. This, I did not get. Oh,well. It was a lovely service, with a string quartet playing all of the wedding music. Scott, Larry and I were the first to arrive at the reception, at the Chartwell Golf Course and Country Club. The front table had all of the place cards for the guests. I quickly found mine.

The entire reception had a sailing theme, as both the bride and groom were from Annapolis and the groom was on the sailing team in college. Usually, the place card has the table that you are seated at, to avoid the otherwise inevitable (Larry, Scott and I at the sweetheart table- sure it would be awkward, but I think that you get served dinner first). I knew, being that we were part of the prestigious "friends from work" group and even worse the "groom's friends from work", that we would probably not be getting the primo seating up front. We wouldn't be able to see the toasts, or the cake cutting, and I was ok with that. I opened the place card to find this:

Excuse me! I believe that you must be mistaken, have you not seen my blog? I am the cooliest, and I believe that that is the antithesis of Loser.

When we reached the Loser table, we found the table sign with some weak explanation that "the Laser Standard is one of the most popular one-handed sailing dinghies...." Blah, blah, blah, lies, lies, lies. I may not be a socialite from Annapolis, but I know when I am being ridiculed. And they can take their loser dinghy and shove it up their stern.

Congratulations, Garey and Amy!