Funny thing is...the movie Wedding Crashes is one of my all time faves. I actually just watched this not too long ago.The crazy this is how when you're watching it you're thinking that it's totally absurd and thinking who actually does that? Good for laughs for sure.
You know when you're the bride, you are the focus of the wedding festivities. However, I, the bride, was one upped by my wedding crasher. No, it wasn't some ex-boyfriend still pining for and/or bitter about past love, an ex-best friend wanting to see so she/he can go gossip about how horrible it was, or a guest who wasn't given a +1 and brought some horrible person with them. Nope...none of those. It was my fifth grade teacher. FIFTH GRADE people. I was eleven years old. The only way I even remember her is because she still looks the same as she did 20 freaking years ago. I kid you not.
LC and I were having our first dance, and I look over and see her sitting with the band. I was like HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, whose guest is she?!!!?!?!? I was thinking what a small world, and please don't let her see me. Is she with the band? What is going on?
Nope, she crashed my wedding. She came up to me and was hovering over me while I was trying to talk to my fellow friends and blog loves, That's Influence and My Life As Mrs. M. When I turned around, there was no avoiding her. She told me that I was her favorite student, and she just had to come. She wasn't invited, but she saw the wedding announcement in the paper and had to be here on my special day. Ummmm...creepy, much? Yes.
Oh, don't click off just yet. It gets EVEN creepier. She comes up to me again with this bag. I'm thinking Oh, no! Please don't let it be a gift. She pulls out my fifth grade class picture out of the bag. She's pointing to people in the picture and asking if they are here. I don't even remember most of these kids. I haven't even seen some of them since fifth grade. I politely told her No ma'am, that was 20 years ago, we do not keep in contact anymore.
Sadly, my wedding was overshadowed by her. It wasn't like people came up to me and were like "you look so pretty. Blah blah blah." The first thing everyone kept asking me was is that really your teacher. Sad, but true.
The thing is it wouldn't have even been that big of an issue is she didn't stick out like a sore thumb. I mean she was the odd person out. It was a night wedding. Men were in suits, women were in cocktail dresses or nice pant suits....and well, my fifth grade teacher, not so much. She decided to wear white jeans rolled up to her knees for capris. One of those old turtleneck type shirts that has a big cowl, neck and a teacher-like vest with a Christmas necklace. Oh, and let's not forget the side-pony. She wore this in fifth grade as well; you know circa 1991. Now, you can tell how I recognized her immediately. Let's not forget the lipstick...still the same shade of pinkish coral. My friend took this photo. I'm not a mean person, so the only reason I'm posting it is because you can't really tell what her face looks like. But, I haaaaaaaaaaaddddd to show you the side pony and coordinating scrunchies (sp?).
**Tomorrow's wedding crasher edition: The Creepy Gifts!