The band started to play our chosen song and we took our spot in the middle of the room. Our parents, family and friends lined the area to watch us take our first dance as husband and wife. We were exhausted from the festivities and very happy to have a moment to lean on each other and breathe to a nice slow dance.
As we enjoyed the moment and endured the photographs, we swayed to the music of the band behind us. Slowly our attention shifted from each other to those around us and we began to notice that people were making gestures at us and looking a little odd. As the song became less intense in volume, we noticed another sound. It was an odd consistent ringing.
People continued to motion to us, a sign that we interpreted as having something to do with our inability to keep time to the music. The song came to an end. It was at that moment that we realized that the fire alarm was sounding. Our wedding reception was being evacuated from the hotel and everyone had to leave.
We left the building with all of our guests and joined another wedding party that was also taking to the streets on that cool night in January. There we playfully directed the traffic and posed for photos on the firetrucks.
The main concern was to keep anybody away that would want to attempt to "soothe" with trite conversation. Thus, we took each other by the hand and finished dancing right there in the dimly lit street. There wasn't music anymore, but it didn't matter as long as we were dancing together.
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This 30 Days of Writing Challenge is brought to you courtesy of Nicky and Mike. They managed to convince a bunch of us to play along. If you want to read more cheesy posts, check out the ramblings of the crazy gang listed on the Linky thing at the latest post at We Work for Cheese.
You last line has great truth in it! Glad no one was injured~
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shelly. I'm glad that line rang out to you.
DeleteI like how I can't tell if this is a true story or not. Either way, it's very creative.
ReplyDeleteDo you want to know?
DeleteI like it. A cool story and one that would stand the test of time. Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThanks PJ! I'm glad you like it.
DeleteI haven't been talked into doing anything ever since I was encouraged to jump off the roof at school. So, I'll enjoy but not employ. lol
ReplyDeleteDid you jump?
DeleteWow your wedding reception was a hot event like a house on fire. Great story.
ReplyDeleteInteresting isn't it??? You think I have a thing for firemen?
DeleteYou get 150 points for writing this so well, I'm not sure if it's true or not! Well done, LM.
ReplyDeleteI already said that. -500 points for you :P.
DeleteThanks, Nicky!I can't wait to cash in those points! Do you think it happened?
DeleteLM, I really don't know. It seems so real and, knowing what happened to your house, like it could have been an omen! 'Fess up, woman. Fact or fiction? I'll throw in an extra 100 points if you tell. :-)
DeleteOK, Nicky, but only because I need the points. It is 100% true. We had so many disasters leading up to our wedding that it was rather par for the course. This is a very condensed version of the story. I could write a whole book on just the engagement and wedding.
DeleteAs someone who dances in the kitchen with her hubby when there is no music playing.... BRAVO.
ReplyDelete:)
Kitchen dancing rocks!
DeleteWhat a wonderful story. I love the part about "finally getting to lean on each other." So romantic.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jayne. Romantic and true for all exhausted couples.
DeleteIf it was true, it's a great talking point for years to come. If not, it was a great story ;)
ReplyDeleteWe've been married 22 years - you think we've told the story for that long???
DeleteThis is lovely and what a delightful tale! I'm so glad it's true!
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't delightful when it happened, but at least I didn't turn into "Bridezilla."
DeleteThat the fire didn't destroy the romance of this union makes this such a wonderful story. Quite brilliant, LM.
ReplyDelete;-)
Thanks 00! Fire certainly hasn't broken us!! Wounded, maybe...
DeleteNow I totally believe you are cursed, and I'm staying at least 500 feet away from you at all times.
ReplyDeleteBut it does make for an excellent story, and you told it beautifully. I love the last line.
500 feet - good, because that is exactly what the restraining order says...stalker...
DeleteThanks - it is one of many crazy ones from that time.
Awwww! I love this!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I wish it hadn't happened but we survived...
DeleteOhh my, what a wonderful story! Still, I kind of hope I won't end up dancing in the street come July and my own wedding. ;)
ReplyDeleteShut up! I am LOVING that you finished your dance after being evacuated from your wedding, in the street! How romantic!!!!
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