Have you ever watched a wedding firework display from a hundred yards away, sitting on a park bench by the river with an open bottle of champagne in your hand? It's a beautiful sight—unless you're the bride, and your "beloved" has stayed behind at the country club to admire the expensive pyrotechnics with his mother. That is exactly how my wedding ended. My best friend and maid of honor was right there with me, drowning our sorrows in bubbly as we wondered how a wedding reception could possibly continue without one of the lead actors, and who on earth had ...




