Last weekend Jamie and Lauren (two dear friends from my glory days of high school) attended our high school classmate, Shannon Boone’s wedding. We had high hopes of arriving early, getting a good seat, and taking tons of pictures for her ‘big day’. Due to not waking up to an alarm and having to purchase a last minute gift, we didn’t get around to leaving till 30 minutes before the wedding…AND (here's the clincher) without directions to the church. lol We thought we were covered because we knew the church was off of King Street, not a big deal right?! But do you have any idea how many flippin’ churches are off King Street??? You’d think the whole town would be converted. Seriously though we must have passed over 25 churches.
5 minutes till the wedding started we broke down and called Jamie’s dad for directions.
3 minutes past the hour we ran inside the church only to find the organist playing and EVERYONE LOOKING AT US WALK IN (our panting from running and heals we must have created quite a scene). Straight ahead we see the bridesmaids and Shannon in her dress waiting to walk down the aisle. OMG I can’t believe we walked in when the bridesmaids were about to walk! To make matters worse, we were stopped by the guestbook Nazi (I’m joking because I was one of them the week before). “Please sign the guestbook, name and address!” At first we laughed, you’re kidding right?! We can just sign it afterwards. But by her ‘you better sign that guestbook or I’ll tackle you’ look we could tell she was on a mission. After the three of us signed our name AND address we tried to sprint to the nearest open seat. But, we were stopped by the wedding escort who must have read up on wedding etiquette because he only walked forward using his right foot. Once the right footed trek ended the bridesmaids started walking down the aisle and the three of us couldn't stop laughing.

+1 for the 'remember when' stories.