Will humiliate self for blog fodder
Ms. Fussypants had a clip of a comedian poking fun at AC/DC today. I told her to ask me about my first wedding AC/DC story next time we had dinner. Thinking about it made me chuckle and I thought “What the heck, I don’t have anything else to post today!”
Let me set the scene a bit here. About a decade ago, I married Mr. Wrong-For-Me. Who knew? Apparently everyone except me but that is another story entirely. We did the whole shebang – big white dress, veil, cake and all. We are both of Scottish descent so he wanted the guys to wear kilts. The kilt thing was a little out of the ordinary in rural Ohio a decade ago. I see more and more weddings with that theme now in my home town but hadn’t heard of many back then.
I have only one physical photo from the wedding – it is of my father and I. My mom has one of her and I. And I have a couple scanned on my laptop which is in the Geek Squad hospital. I think my ex burned the rest. But I scanned this one (ignore the poor quality – I have no idea how to use the scanner) to set the scene for you:
Trust me. It is much funnier if you can picture me in full bridal regalia for the rest of the story.
For weeks, my ex was talking about going across the street from the reception hall to a favorite bar after the reception wound down. I vetoed that idea – it was our wedding night! But after a few bottles glasses of champagne, I told him if I could buy a pack of cigarettes, we could all go over to the bar. (I had promised to quit on our wedding day.) So he bought me smokes and the wedding party was off. Girls in bridesmaid dresses, guys in kilts, me in the big white freaking dress and veil (it was superglued to my head with hairspray I think). In we walk to a very casual sports bar – quite the site.
There was a band playing that night and the place was packed. Everyone wanted to buy us drinks. I was flat out drunk at this point. My ex looked around and said to some friends “have you seen my wife?” and they pointed at the stage. There I am, on stage with the band in front of a couple hundred people, in my wedding dress, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, belting out AC/DC ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ into the mic with the lead singer (I CAN NOT sing). I’m the epitome of class, am I not?
Even though I am off your reader for thinking Skippy is better than Jif, I had to comment 😉
This is the best story ever! So funny.
This is hilarious – I’m so glad you opted to tell us because the afternoon was starting to take a downward turn until I read this.
You know, that “wedding party goes to a bar” thing is sort of…TRADITIONAL in Minnesota. It’s true. Usually everyone goes to a bar between the wedding and the “dance”, which I also notice seems to be a MN thing.
Too funny!
Kerri and Ruby
If only You Tube existed 10 years ago…….
Hilarious!!!!!!!!
TNKerry read my mind.
I would pay good money to see that.
HILARIOUS!!!
Girl! hehehehehehehe!!!!! I didn’t have on a wedding dress, but I did get pretty drunk at a fancy dance one time and sing and dance to Brick House with the band…….. Not one of my proudest moments. I don’t think I can top the dress, veil, beer, and cig though! 😉
OMGOSH, that, my friend, is a scene worth imagining.
Thanks for making me smile. With three sick little ones and a sick husband, and a long night at work ahead of me I needed that.
You were a beautiful bride!! I loved the story!! You can share it with Sabrina when she is getting married!!
if you had ANY idea how badly I needed THAT today:)
I’m with Julia… thanks for the smile today! I can only imagine!
Thanks for stopping by over at my place! Aaah, the Burgh. I love it.
You aren’t cool until you sing AC/DC in a bar while wearing a wedding dress. That’s what I’ve been told, anyway.
That is one funny story!!!!!!!!!!
I haven’t commented in ages…but I had to say “thanks” for the laugh. The YouTube AC/DC clip is HILARIOUS! I loved ACDC in college!…Ok so I still do.
Mary (mom to Alllison)
First things first, Sabrina looks so, so CUTE with that headband!
Now, on to this post… OMG! Are you sure you don’t have a video of that stellar performance? My mother would’ve died if I had left our wedding to go to a bar…
Too funny! Thanks for sharing!!!
LOL, from one Ohioan to another, that ain’t so unusual in these parts….
SO FREAKIN HILARIOUS AND MAKES ME LOVE YOU ALL THE MORE.
thanks for sharing that picture of your dad.
As odd as it sounds I think of him/your routine almost every weekend night when chris pulls out the seuss sleep book.
now? she listens (as much as a toddler does) and I know—as per you—that later I may have to nudge her a bit let him read.
Why do I have a feeling that
YOU ARE A LEGEND
at that sports bar!!!!!!!!
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Giggle…giggle…giggle!
We watched a portion of our wedding video this weekend. HILARIOUS!
That’s awesome – I’m so totally picturing it!!! 🙂
Love your blog and this story still has me smiling.
Hmmm…sounds like that was the highlight of your first marriage, so it’s not all bad….
Thanks for the laugh, great story! And I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one who got trashed before/during/after their wedding and ended up doing something so “classy” at the bar afterward! I didn’t end up on stage singing, but the scene in general is all too familiar to me…
As only great friends do for their BFFs, I do not recall any of this less than classy performance by Michelle. I will never admit to witnessing any sort of actions as stated in her blog and would testify that the ex (yes, I was one of the protesters) probably planted these ideas into my always sweet and classy friend’s head. Of course, if you believe that she would commit such acts (which are clear as a bell in my head, man, was she a sight!), I have a million other stories on her. Don’t have a blog of my own, but if I did I could post daily with Michelle stories; right up until the day she murdered me for doing so. Love ya Michelle, please keep me laughing with stories of the past and present and remember I will edit in comments for content correction on those stories of yesterday if you ever try to downplay or shift blame to any “innocent” bystanders.
As only great friends do for their BFFs, I do not recall any of this less than classy performance by Michelle. I will never admit to witnessing any sort of actions as stated in her blog and would testify that the ex (yes, I was one of the protesters) probably planted these ideas into my always sweet and classy friend’s head. Of course, if you believe that she would commit such acts (which are clear as a bell in my head, man, was she a sight!), I have a million other stories on her. Don’t have a blog of my own, but if I did I could post daily with Michelle stories; right up until the day she murdered me for doing so. Love ya Michelle, please keep me laughing with stories of the past and present and remember I will edit in comments for content correction on those stories of yesterday if you ever try to downplay or shift blame to any “innocent” bystanders. Everybody beg for more stories like these, she has PLENTY more.
classy chick in white tulle and satin smokin and drinkin and singin with a smash band…yep…epitome indeed!
from, the white chick who once sang BobMarley with a reggae band…(not in tulle, though)
Hilarious! But… are you saying not one person had a camera that night?!? That’s a tragedy of epic proportions! 🙂
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilarious!! That is toooo funny!!
That is a FANTASTIC memory and too bad no one had a video to catch that show. *giggle*
Wow! I SO needed this this morning.
Thanks!
Michelle
Great story and I’m glad you shared. The person you seem to be in your blog is not the type at all to be on stage singing in a band, especially with guys you do not know, and your hair (!), not like the you I have come to know in bloggerland. I have this image in my head of that night of you and it’s hysterical! So glad you put this out there. I’m sure many are getting laughs from it.