As our guests were leaving the reception, they passed by a gas powered 6 person golf cart that the staff had decorated in a typical "Just Married" theme. I'm sure the plan was for us to leave the party, jump on our cart and ride the 100 yards to the townhouse were we planned on spending our wedding night.
Things started to go as planned. The photographer took some photos of us on our pimped out ride, we said to goodbye to the remaining guests and I fired that bad boy up. I was about to drive my new wife back to our townhouse, where she had invited a handful of people to do a little after hours celebrating. Annie, however had other plans. Before we could drive off into married life, she decided that we need to see "our room" one more time. I tried to explain that the staff would be breaking down things and that it wouldn't look like "our room" anymore. Undeterred, Annie dragged us back into the room, where as expected, the cleanup was in full force.
We took a seat at what was left of our sweetheart table and took in the site one last time. As we looked around, watching the staff Annie yells out "Everyone stop what you are doing." Seeing as she was still the woman in the white dress, everyone stopped on a dime and looked at us, wondering what could be wrong. "Grab a drink and have a toast with us", is what followed next. Not needing any more encouragement and knowing that their drinks would wind up on our tab, they all headed over to our table for a post-wedding drink.
Somehow a toast turned into all of us sitting on the veranda with a pile of empty glasses and beer bottles, the head waitress pulling out the 2,003 bobby pins in Annie's hair and an hour later it was finally time to head home. Back on the gas powered golf cart and off we go. We arrive at the townhouse to find some more empty cups and the signs of a small gathering, but no people. It was now 1 am and I'm sure they assumed that we were off doing married couple things....like drinking with the staff.
We climbed the stairs to find a chilled bottle of champagne, chocolates on the bed and a cute little candle burning away on the bedside table. (Like I said, they were expecting us to arrive a few minutes behind them...not over an hour later). After sampling the sweets and taking a sip of the bubbly, Annie once again informed me that she wasn't ready to let the night end, so back on the golf cart we went, chocolates in one hand and champagne in the other.
Two hours later (which is 3 am for those of you not keeping track), we finally decide its time to head back home and so we are puttering along in our golf cart when all of a sudden it comes to an immediate halt. At this point we are somewhere on Dataw Island, not really sure where, its pitch black out and we are figuring that the cart has finally run out of gas.
Being the macho new husband, I attempt to push the golf cart. Of course we found ourselves on a slight incline and it was the largest golf cart I have ever seen. That being said, I can't even get it to budge. Annie suggests that we just try to start it one more time. Reluctantly, I agree, not believing for a minute that its going to start. I turn the key and it fires up. "Hop on", I yell to Annie, "I have no idea how long this is going to last." Annie jumps aboard the cart, in the row behind me and I start to speed off. Seconds into the ride Annie begans yelling that her train has fallen off. I immediately slam on the breaks and look behind us to see if I can find her train. Now being a guy, I'm not really sure what I'm looking for. Annie jumps off the cart, checks herself out and informs me that she was being pulled off the cart. I'm still not sure what happened, but she gets back on the cart, in the front seat this time, and we finally make it home.
As she's taking off the wedding dress, it finally becomes clear why she was being pulled off the cart....it seems that her dress was billowing out of the cart and was getting wrapped in the wheels as I continued to drive over my new wife. So now we are left with a humorous story, and as you can tell by the picture below...probably the only wedding dress in America with TIRE MARKS....
