There were many people giving orders and not enough people listening when it came to the chuppah rehearsal:
SOPOB didn’t arrive early enough for the rehearsal and BOB almost came to blows with Y of N&Y over proper pole holding technique.
And then the chuppah sagged during the ceremony.
Now, HOSOB and BOB are thinking about a class action suit for shoulder-related injuries arising from SOPOB’s failure to hold up her pole properly. They may have an expert witness. A Soeur husband (who is also a college classmate) is an engineer and evaluated the chuppah issues from that perspective. His verdict: SOPOB did not hold up her pole properly, causing BOB and HOSOB to pull further back to mitigate the sagging, and ultimately crash into the shrubbery behind them. Yet, actually, the only one who was doing a good job was SOB, the other chuppah holder. She was essentially holding up the whole show, all 100 pounds of her.
So, while HOSOB and BOB may have a beef with SOPOB (all in gest, of course), they (and POB and I) really owe the prevention of entire chuppah implosion all to skinny but tough SOB. In fact, I think I need to give SOB a medal. Or a gift certificate for a massage.
Still, CSS (Chuppah Shoulder Syndrome) is likely to be the source of all maladies from now on in the Blogger family.
On the subject of implosions, below is a picture of the replacement for the cratered wedding cake. As you can see, it cratered, too. Apparently this was a particularly fascinating spectacle because I have many pictures both of the cratered cake(s) and of people taking pictures of the cratered cake(s).
Since I like chocolate, I didn’t really care.