On Nuptials

So I was recently invited to be the wedding date of my good friend Lyndsey. The wedding was her sister's who I didn't know, neither did I knew the groom. In fact, I only knew five people who were there at all.
Making things even more awkward was the seating. I couldn't sit with Lyndsey because she was in the wedding. Of course. As I walked into the sanctuary, there was an usher standing there. I made eye contact with him, but he said nothing and then proceeded to take the people behind me to their seats. Apparently I looked competent. Silly usher. I decided to pick my own seat in one of the weird very narrow rows. Unfortunately, I had picked a row in which no one was being seated. I was right across the aisle from all of the bride's guests but the only person in my row was the photographer. Great. Somehow fitting since I didn't know anyone anyay.
The icing on the cake was the fact that this was a Catholic wedding. I am never sure how to respond to Catholocism because my father's entire family was Catholic until him, but we are entirely Protestant. I have a hard time handling liturgy anyway. Similarly, the brides entire family was Protestant. So there were only pockets of people who knew when to answer the priest properly.
Speaking of the priest, he was a goofy man. Somehow, I never thought a priest could be goofy. I always sort of pictured them as dull and serious. I don't know why.
Well that was the wedding. What I did not know until the ceremony was over is that it was four hours until the reception. So I went home relaxed for a while and then went to the reception. It couldn't be anymore awkward than the wedding, right?
Thank goodness it wasn't. I was actually able to stick with the people I knew. All five of them. The food was quite good, and then the dancing started. I have never been a confident dancer. Hannah insists that deep down inside, I am a dancer, but I have seen very little evidence to support this theory. Nevertheless, I was there for Lyndsey, so I was going to dance with her. Something miraculous happened then. I wasn't self-conscious at all. Maybe it was the fact that no one there knew me, or perhaps because many of them would never remember me because they were too drunk. I am not sure what it was, but I just decided to have fun, and it was a good time. I discovered that I am not an awful dancer. I am not particularly good either, but I am not awful. Lyndsey informed that I dance like a male escort. How do you respond to a comment like that?
Oh well, so ends my first adventure as a wedding date