Oldest daughter and I dropped off Oldest Son so that he could be the Altar Boy at another wedding in this town, then we headed south to the other church, where we would attend Mass.
I had only a half-hour between the end of Mass and when the music would begin for the wedding. I quickly checked some registrations, practiced a little of the most pesky piece, then went over a few pieces with the soloist. The time for prelude music quickly arrived so I started right away, being the punctual type that I am.
Everything proceeded fine, except I was running late! How did this happen? Must've taken too much time between pieces. Okay - fine. Bridal parties are usually late anyway. The soloist and I prepared to perform the last prelude piece, during which the mothers would be escorted to their places. As I was playing, a member of the family suddenly appeared beside the organ. He whispered to me, "You're a half-hour early."
(It's fun to have a conversation while playing a piece. Not.)
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" I responded.
He stated, "The music wasn't supposed to start until 6:00. The wedding starts at 6:30."
Dear lord. When we were finished, I informed the soloist of what had transpired, and told her we'd have to do some of her pieces again to round out the time left.
I was so confused. The program said 6:00 p.m. I had in my memory that the wedding was at 6:00 p.m. What had gone wrong? I'm happy to admit that I'm wrong about things, but I was very disturbed at this turn of events.
Everything else went off without a hitch. The bride and groom were cross-examined by the
When I arrived home, I dug last week's church bulletin out of the bottom (yuck) of my trash can. Yep -- wedding at 6:00 p.m.
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