Weddings at the Chucktown Chapel

This past Saturday I had the distinct pleasure of driving a private carriage not once, but TWICE to the Chucktown Chapel.

The first wedding was a big one . . . so big that I wondered if the bride and groom could fit on the carriage. They did. Drop-off was at Tristan's. BTW . . the reason they were eating at Tristan's was this: they had decided they wanted to name their first kid (male or female) Tristan . . . so they had their reception there. Thank god they didn't want to name their kid Waffle House.

My favorite Chucktown Chapel story:

Last year I picked up a Harley-Davidson wedding. The bride was wearing a fashionable leather skirt w/ boots and a lace-up leather vest . . . and that was it. Nothing underneath. The groom was nattily attired in his cleanest Levis, freshly-pressed Harley black T-shirt, complete with H/D belt buckle and boots. The best man and maid of honor (both similarly attired) joined them in the carriage for the ride to the Mills House.

About 10 minutes into the ride the bride said: "I can't wait to get back to the hotel so we can get naked!"

Call me old fashioned, but I believe that on your wedding night you should have sex with your new spouse. If you wanna have a 4some the next night (or the night before, or everyother night of the year) OK, but not on your wedding night. Is nothing sacred anymore???