I caught the bouquet at the wedding I went to last weekend. I'm not sure how because I avoid that thing like it's a flying bag of dog poop, but it did happen.
I cringe every time I hear those famous words, "All single ladies on the dance floor." Darn you Bey for making that song.
Anyway, I took my usual spot in the last row in the back. Darn it if the bride didn't chunk it all the way back. I just knew someone else would make a dive for it, but no, it made a beeline for my head. It bounced off my hand and landed by my feet. None of the other chicks made a move, so I bent down and picked it up.
You know the bride gave me a koolaid smile, and I took the pic that goes in the album.
1 down and 3 more weddings to go.