My niece got married this evening. I was delegated the responsibility of making a CD and playing the tunes at the appropriate times, about 6 or 7 songs all told, no worries. I got to the site of the wedding with my disc and all they had was a little boombox with no batteries in it and no power source. Shit! We sent brother Rog to get some C batteries but he came back with only 4 and we needed 6, so I went out and got 2 more. I returned and the boombox, even with batteries, wouldn't play the CD. By this point my niece and her bridesmaids and assorted people were waiting to make a procession in to where the ceremony would be; the only thing holding them up was my musical malfeasance. We pulled Roger's car up next to the shelter house to serve as an ad hoc boombox but his stereo wouldn't play the disc either. Finally we brought up brother Trig's truck and the CD worked in it. Yay! Cue up Pachelbel's "Canon in D" and voila, the procession begins only 20 minutes or so late. Then I had to sit in the truck about 50 feet away from the proceedings and watch for hand signals to stop a track, pause, start the next track and etc., feeling a bit like a leper the whole time. It worked out okay in the end, but we all learned a valuable lesson: never hire Nanatehay as your sound man. Ah well, I heard it was a beautiful ceremony, and only one thing matters really:
CONGRATULATIONS KELLY AND BRANDON!
Nanatehay struggling with modern technology
The very beautiful flower girl