Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The Bride Arrests the Groom

The Bride Arrests the Groom

My cousin was getting married. 

She had met a very nice guy and in a short period of time decided to get married.  It was not the first marriage for either of them and they wanted to have a small wedding with family and friends.

They chose a small wedding chapel/catering hall and set a date.

Barbara and I arrived at the hall.   

We saw three cousins we knew, but no one else that looked familiar.   

In fact, the majority of the men there looked kind of frightening.  They looked like drug dealers, gang members and not people I would want to hang around with.

I had never met the groom and was amazed he would have friends like this.  The groom worked as a postal inspector and these people did not look like they worked in the post office.

My other cousins were also giving the other guests a look over.  It was starting to get uncomfortable.

We survived the Cocktail Hour without any fights, gunshots or threats and proceeded to the ceremony.

The ceremony started.

The groom was handsome, the bride was beautiful. The groom stood at the altar with his best man, the bride walked sedately down the aisle to join them. The Justice of the Peace was waiting to begin.

Just as the ceremony was coming to an end, the bride whipped out a pair of handcuffs, clamped them on the groom (yes this actually happened), raised his handcuffed arm in the air and declared: “This is for the guys in the 22nd Precinct.”

My mouth dropped open as did that of my cousins, and Barbara.  The rest of the guests erupted into applause and laughter.

Turns out all the “frightening looking” guys were police and undercover officers whom the groom worked with.

My cousin knew her impromptu action would be greatly appreciated by them.

We on the other hand, thought at first she had lost her mind.  But as we got the joke, we appreciated her sense of humor on an otherwise solemn occasion.

The rest of the wedding went off uneventfully, and she is happily married as I write this.

I don’t know if she ever used the handcuffs again, that would be too much information.

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