I don't think I've ever told this story.We lived in Texas and some relative of my grandma's had a daughter that was getting married. Somehow, we got invited. It was pretty nice from what I remember. This was the second wedding I'd ever been to and I was like 9 or 10 years old. Anyways, the bride is about to toss her bouquet and I went out there to catch it. I was probably egged on by people because OMG IT IS SO FARKING CUTE WHEN KIDS TRY TO GET THE BOUQUET? RIGHT! I'm standing there and she lobs the fecker back and there are all these pathetic Texas women vying for it because lord help them if they do not get married in the next year, no one will marry a dried out old 26 year old. I caught it. However, from my mom's angle it looked like I wrestled it from the hands of some poor chick. And this girl was crying yo. I guess her BF/date/SO had caught the garter. My mom was so embarrassed and told me to give it to that poor poor girl. I didn't. I kept it. And when we left the hotel the next morning my mom was like "SEE! You can't even keep it because it's half dead and that poor girl would have been able and been so happy!"THAT WAS MY MOTHERFARKING BOUQUET. I caught that sucker fair and square and if you can't wrestle it from a 9 yo, well then, you don't deserve it.