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[elfbabe]

I suppose it's been almost two years, but I still sort of expected Akkolade to be doing this.

[iron_felix]

Akkolade might be pretty helpful, of course, given how much experience he's had with weddings.  The brother is ravenous for love.

This has to work out in the end.  There's just too much potential.  Seeing characters like Akkolade and Uncle George interacting with each other in the same strip has made me realize that the wedding could basically just be this for a month and a half and still be indescribably awesome.

[Bobby Isosceles]

Teodor will not make a move on Molly because he is a pussy.  That's why he never gets laid.  Also, Molly isn't going to fuck Teodor just because she's pissed off at Beef.

Married people help me out, but isn't this somewhat typical pre-wedding shenanigans?

Meh, we just eloped, it was easier.

[Bimmicus]

Marriages rarely portend good things in comic strips, so I would be perfectly content to see this end in bitter and unresolvable estrangement. Besides, guys like Beef know they've got no business being happy, or even entertaining the possibility.

[jay-ell]

Married people help me out, but isn't this somewhat typical pre-wedding shenanigans?

Pedro made me cry two days before our wedding because I realized I'd left the special gift I'd gotten him at home, and he came on the scene as I was desperately trying to get in touch with my ex-roommate (the only person still on town with a key to my place) to have her pick it up before she went to the airport. 

He tried to console me by saying it wasn't that big a deal, I could give it to him at home, etc.  I was all, "No, I wanted you to have it for our wedding."  And then something deep down inside made him utter the phrase which haunts him to this day: "It's not a watch, is it?  Because I've got lots of those." 

Tears ensued.  It was, in fact, an extremely beautiful, heirloom-quality pocket watch.  It made it just in time for the wedding and he wore it with his tux.  We look forward to passing it down to our son when he gets married, with a stern warning not to be a dick to his lady just before they tie the knot. 

[wombat]

Meh, we just eloped, it was easier.

OK, I'll bite. With who? When?

[CortJstr]

OK, I'll bite. With who? When?

Apparently somebody who goddamn loves the hell out of some bacon. Or I hope so, for her sake.

[Bobby Isosceles]

Apparently somebody who goddamn loves the hell out of some bacon. Or I hope so, for her sake.

Nope, she's ovo-lacto-pesco.

[JorgeFabregas]

Nina! He says this!

[Carlos del Vaca]

We really didn't have a crisis leading up to the wedding, not that I can imagine.

My best wedding-day crisis, though:  I was an usher in a friend's wedding that was in an old and tiny historic church on Long Island in the middle of the summer.  It was beastly hot in there, so everyone was hanging out outside until we went out and said "We want to start now, everyone come sit down."  And then everyone came in at once, faster than the three of us could seat them, so people were seating themselves.

The pews on each side held three or four people.  The first pew on the bride's side was reserved for the bride, groom, and maid of honor to sit down at one point in the service.  Second pew:  bride's mother, her husband, and the bride's brother.  Third pew:  bride's father, his wife and someone else from their entourage.  Bride's mom and dad do not get along.  So amid the stampede, we notice three women we didn't recognize sitting in the second pew on the bride's side.  The bride's mom noticed this too and was standing at the back of the church looking furious.  The ushers conferred, and I went up and asked "Who are you?"  They said "[The bride's father] said we could sit here."

The ushers conferred, and we cleared out a pew in the far back of the church that was stacked with hymnals and bibles.  I went back to them and said "You're going to have to sit back there.  I don't care what he said, I'm not telling the mother of the bride that she has to sit in the back of the church."  They were pissed, but fuck 'em.

The bride and groom were blissfully unaware of this minor drama until I told them several years later.  Then they were grateful.

[jay-ell]

The biggest pre-wedding drama we encountered was when I realized, while in the limo en route to the church that my dress was still at my mother's house, halfway across town. 

My dad had to make a mad dash back to the house to get the dress while I hung out, fully bedecked in pearls, a sweeping up-do, and full makeup, clad in one of my dad's old flannel shirts (which I wore to my hair appointment because I had forgotten my own button-up shirt) and a baggy pair of jeans.  With four-inch heels.  I looked like a mid-nineties hooker from Seattle.  But nobody saw me except my mom and my bridesmaids, so it was OK. 

Meanwhile, Pedro had spend the morning wandering around downtown Toledo with his brothers, stopped into White Castle for some sliders, and ended up having to bail in the middle of the dollar dance due to incredible diarrhea.  It was...problematic.  We had to delay the cake cutting until he could stand upright again. 

[pmcd9]

Oh please tell me there is a picture of you dressed as a grunge hooker.

[jay-ell]

Oh please tell me there is a picture of you dressed as a grunge hooker.

I don't think so, but I'll check my wedding album and get back to you. 

[CortJstr]

Oh please tell me there is a picture of you dressed as a grunge hooker.

JL needs to get herself on Suicide Girls like yesterday.

[Cap'n Squeakers]

Nope, she's ovo-lacto-pesco.

I think you meant to type: "She is a picky eater."