Ok, I would never classify this as the best, and besides, I wasn’t there. I read about it in my favorite columnist’s column in our large local paper. He didn’t name names, and I’ve always wondered who their last names were because there were only a few extremely rich families in our locality.
Evidently, he’d been at the wedding of two children of two extremely wealthy local families the prior weekend, where all the hoi palloi of the city had turned out. This was California.
Everything was beautifully decorated in the big cathedral, lots of expensive flowers & what-not, and the groom and his groomsmen filed out at the front, along with the priest.
The bride, on her father’s arm, came floating down the aisle in her very expensive designer wedding dress.
When she got to the front, she turned around and addressed the guests, including her family and the groom’s family: “Thank you all for coming. Last night I caught my groom in bed having sex with my maid-of-honour, so we won’t be having a wedding today. But please let’s have the party anyway, since Daddy spent all that money and it’s not refundable.”
The columnist said the whole church was silent, and that they did have that big party — and everyone was there except the groom and the maid-of-honour.
I SWEAR I READ THIS IN THE PAPER IN THE 80s and I’ve always wanted to tell the story.
I can’t even imagine.