Well this is the big day. I can’t believe its here already. I am walking down the aisle and everyone looks so happy. I hope my ex-boyfriend from a couple of years ago doesn’t try to sabotage the best day of my life. I’m at the altar, but I cannot stop staring at my uncle in the third row. I swear there is something different about him since the last time I saw him. His head looks different. Maybe it is just the angle I am seeing him from. I stared for too long because the ceremony is coming too a close. We both just said, “I do”, kissed, and ran out to our limousine. Were heading over too the reception hall where the dancing will be fun. I am so happy! My uncle’s hair seems to be moving, as if narrating what is happening. I’m probably just crazy though.
Everybody is having fun dancing, singing, and talking. The toasts seem to go on forever, but nobody seems to mind too much. The reception hall is beautifully decorated with flowers. Everything is going perfectly, and the cake looks so good, but the bride has decided she will do some dancing before she eats some. Just then everything gets quiet. A very loud ticking noise is heard, but the location is not discovered. Everyone looks for what seems like hours, but no luck. A few people begin to compare their situation to that of Harry Potter in Potter Puppet Pals. Nobody laughs because, “what if there really were a pipe bomb, and Voldemort was just waiting to pop out and sing?!?” If that happened we would all be embarrassed. Well nobody could find it so they figured it would not be a problem. Then somebody said, “lets have some wedding cake.” It hit everyone; it was in the last place they had looked. It was too late. I saw my uncle’s toupee fly in the air as if to scream.
Everything was covered in cake, including my beautiful locks. The bride and groom’s clothes were ruined. I just wanted to get home so I could be combed and like new. I also need a good washing, because I have also gotten champagne and soda in me too. I feel so gross! I was trying to leave but the guests started throwing me like a Frisbee. I eventually wound up lying somewhere on the floor covered in cake. It was so far a miserable night. Everyone decided to not let a cake explosion ruin such a happy occasion, so why did they have to ruin it for me? The bride and groom danced some more with each other until the groom slipped on some icing. They were taking pictures, but nobody picked me up and brushed the cake off of me. The night was starting to get more exciting. Then the best man hurled a piece of cake shaped like a snowball at one of the other groomsmen. Then the bride stepped in and threw cake.
Pandemonium broke out. People were throwing cake everywhere. They also started splashing water and champagne at each other. Everyone continued this until they were thoroughly exhausted and satisfied with their tomfoolery. The night was a blast and everyone left happy, except my uncle. He could not find his toupee and was searching all over. It had turned out that the toupee was stepped on into a big clump of cake. The locks had icing stuck in them and were stickier than glue. When he found it, he realized it could not even be worn anymore. Then he stormed off and left my husband, a sugary wig, and me in the reception hall. The wedding was great, all in all. The sugary toupee my uncle had left was screaming very muffled. He had the worst night of his life. O well, you cannot make everybody happy.
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