<p>MOWC, I went to a friend’s wedding years ago at which the following took place.</p>
<p>The POBs had divorced years ago, when the FOB left the MOB for a lounge singer. (Not that there is anything wrong with being a lounge singer, but when your H leaves you for a much younger, glamorous woman…and moves to a big house in the suburbs and starts a second family while you get to move into a very cramped apartment in the city where you share a bedroom with your aged mother and daughter…) The first time the MOB and SMOB met–or at least saw each other, I don’t think they spoke–was at the wedding! </p>
<p>The best man, the BOG, who was a rather disreputable fellow who modeled his appearance on Roy Orbison, and the MOG were so late to the wedding that it started without them–apparently after various dramatic phone calls saying that they might not come…they lived in the same city and didn’t even have to travel!-- with the BOB standing in as best man. Halfway through, the BOG showed up and instead of quietly sitting in the back marched up to the front and took the place of the BOB and a big fuss was made about seating the MOG in the front. Then we all realized that the MOB and MOG were actually wearing the SAME dress. (They had bought it from a catalog.) I could go on from there, but you get the picture. The MOB, who certainly had her trials to bear that day, behaved beautifully. :)</p>