It was a sunny, hot day in July. We had spent the morning getting dressed and ready for the wedding. At 2pm our limo arrived to take my daughter (the bride), and her father and I to the Indianapolis Museum of Art and Gardens for some romantic pictures with the groom. The photographer from Rassi Photography joined us for the ride. Little did she know that she was about to take photographs unlike any she had taken before!
The limo driver asked for my husband’s credit card, which he thought was strange, as the groom had told us he had paid for the limo in advance. Wanting to avoid any drama on the wedding day, my husband complied. But DRAMA was about to unfold in ways no parent can expect!
We got into the limo, excited to see the groom, and to begin the long anticipated festivities. As we left the neighborhood, we thought the limo was a bit warm, so we asked the driver to turn up the air conditioning. It didn’t seem to help! About 2 miles into our ride, the limo began to sputter and was getting hotter and hotter. We all exchange concerned looks as we begin to sweat, literally! Another mile and the limo sputters to a stop and the driver can’t get it to start. So, we are in a limo that is quickly becoming an oven, stranded, on a busy road in the middle of traffic.
The limo quickly becomes hotter than the outdoors. We need to get out before we cook! So we proceed to exit the limo and dash to the side of the road. A man hollers, “Do you need help?” as cars are honking and giving us the thumbs up. It’s not every day you see a bride and her parents stranded on the side of the road! When we turn to see who is offering us assistance, it is a man standing in front of a PORN SHOP! It is the only building in site. For heavens sake, what are we going to do? We can’t take our daughter, dressed in her beautiful wedding gown, into a porn shop! But… it is our only option. So we climb down the embankment desperate to get our daughter out of the heat! As we enter the porn shop, my husband comments: “I never thought I would be in a porn shop with my daughter on her wedding day!” We all begin laughing hysterically. The man working at the porn shop is extremely kind and gives us all a bottle of cold water and moist paper towels to freshen up.
My daughter makes a call, and gets us rescued from the porn shop and delivered to the museum, a little frazzled and sweaty, but with a story to tell. We present our daughter to her beloved and the day continues with an alternate plan, minus a limo!
It was a beautiful wedding, with beautiful and funny memories!
I guess the moral of the story is: Regardless of how well you plan, “things happen!” Stay cheerful and relaxed, and enjoy the moments and the memories.