Happy Anniversary to Us – and the Limo Driver Story…

Today is my nine year anniversary.  In a way, it’s hard to believe that nine whole years have gone by, but in another way, a lot sure has happened in those nine years.

My wedding was obviously a happy event, but there was one small thing that did put a small damper on it – my limo driver.  This is one of those stories I would have blogged about had actually blogged back then, so I might as well tell it now…

On my wedding day, July 8, 2000, I was obviously a bundle of nerves.  There was so much that could go wrong, and one thing I was concerned about was my limos.  I had heard a few local horror stories of limos not showing up, so I was worried about that.

But, turns out, I didn’t have to worry about that at all.  My two limos arrived early, and the head limo driver, a large man named Bill, rang the doorbell, and asked if he could come into the house and talk to us.

Bill wanted to let me know that he was there to make sure everything ran smoothly.  He had already loaded drinks into the limos and told us to let us know if we needed anything.  Then, he asked us (my family and bridesmaids) to join hands so he could lead a prayer.

Huh?

My bridesmaids, not all of whom were Christian (and none of whom were from the church of weird limo drivers), obliged, although after they all commented on how odd it was.  The prayer was completely benign, but it was a little strange.

When it was time to leave for the church, my bridesmaids headed to one limo, driven by a quiet, non-praying driver, while my dad, sister, and I loaded into the second one driven by Bill.  When we started driving, Bill informed us that he’d like to arrive fashionably late.  If you know me, you know I don’t do fashionably late.  Ever.  Certainly not at my wedding.  After arguing with Bill, he finally relented, and allowed me to arrive on time.

When we got to the church, he opened the door to let my sister and dad out of the limo.  Then he got in and shut the door.  Leaving me alone with him.  In a closed limo.  Weird, right?  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Altoids.  He took one and offered me one.  Then he said, “Jodi, I’d like to talk to you about tonight.  Your new husband is going to be expecting something tonight, and I’d like to tell you all about it”.

That’s when I freaked out, grabbing the handle of the limo and shaking it.  My photographer opened it and I whispered “don’t leave me alone with him again!”.

To this day, I have no idea what his intention was, or what he was thinking…  but it definitely really upset me on my wedding day…