For my big brother’s wedding, I was charged with the task of serving the bridal party breakfast.  I had all these crazy ideas for breakfast but then decided to go with just a simple pan perdu with fruit compote, scrambled eggs, bacon and breakfast potatoes.  Maybe the hangover of food and alcohol kept my creative juices from flowing.  Plus, didn’t want my brother to smell like onions and garlic when he kissed his new bride.  🙂

Even though I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to shop, cook and deliver, I was glad to do it to be a part of his big day.  It was fun kicking back with all the groomsmen, fellow alma maters, some of whom I hadn’t seen in thirteen years.  We all took turns teasing and trying to make the groom nervous but he just stood around with a cheesy smile glued to his face.  It was a lot of fun till I realized I hadn’t washed my face or brushed teeth and I ran when the photographer showed up.

I really never understood why women cried at weddings or made such a fuss over them.  It seemed fake and it always annoyed me till it was my turn.  Seeing Brian with the biggest grin from morning till the wee hours of the night at the club, I started to balling in the middle of the club about how I happy I was that he was so happy.  I then started crying on the bride, thanking her for making my brother so happy.  Thankfully, everyone was too drunk (including the groom) to remember me crying all over each of them.

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