|Every woman remembers her wedding day. There is always something special that stands out in her mind. Perhaps it is the beautiful flowers, the lovely music, or the way her groom looks at her as she walks down the aisle toward him. I have many special memories of my wedding day. But there's one memory in particular that I will never forget, and it happened at our wedding dance.
We had a live polka band that did a wonderful job playing a variety of music, from polkas to waltzes to rock and roll. Everyone seemed happy with the music. This was quite evident by the fact that the dance floor was always filled with happy friends and relatives of all ages. Indeed, the dance floor seemed to be crowded every time the band played.
We also had an open bar, thanks to my father-in-law who had generously paid for the beer and liquor. Naturally, there were some who may have had a bit more to drink than they should have. One example of this may have been my dear Great-Aunt Lena, who was 72 years old. Dear Aunt Lena always knew what was most important in life.
Aunt Lena was a feisty, old gal, a German through and through. As one of the four sisters who had immigrated from Germany, Aunt Lena also had quite a zest for life. But she also had a sweet disposition and was one of the favorite aunts. Dear Aunt Lena loved to dance. As a matter of fact, she was on the dance floor for almost every dance, and it seemed as though she never grew tired. She usually danced with a bottle of beer in in one hand. How Aunt Lena loved her beer! It was during the butterfly dance that she danced with my newly-wedded husband and me. The three of us had danced halfway around the ballroom, and the time had come for my husband to swing me around and then to swing Aunt Lena around.
Aunt Lena was in the middle of being swung around when all of a sudden her dress slip slid down from underneath her dress. There it was on the floor in a heap around her ankles! I stared down at it, gasping, "Aunt Lena, look," I pointed at the offending garment. Aunt Lena looked down at her slip, smiled, and said to me, "It's okay, Tootsie!" Quickly, she pulled up her slip and kept on right on dancing!
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