My Displaced Wedding

We all have that aunt and uncle with whom we are ashamed to be seen in public. In my case, they are my aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Aaron. My most embarrassing memory of them is their behavior at my wedding in my uncle’s garden chateau in France. It was a beautiful scene with a fully-stocked table hors d’oeuvres – fruit platters, veggie trays, cracker sandwiches, teriyaki chicken skewers, and all other sorts of delicacies accompanied by an open bar. Basically, we had everything you could ever ask for. All of this food was surrounding our three-tier custom-made cake to be cut by my bride and I after the reception. While we were getting ready, the wedding guests starting showing up, the first of whom were Aaron and Elizabeth. The wedding went off without a hitch until my lovely bride and I went to cut the cake. There was already a huge chunk of cake missing out of it! Aaron and Elizabeth ended up confessing. Aaron said Elizabeth talked him into it. Elizabeth said that her lawyer friend who shows up just after they did convinced her to cut the cake. Personally, I think they both partook in the open bar a bit too freely. Needless to say, they’re never welcome back to any of my functions, or my garden.

If you weren’t able to decipher the myth hidden in this displacement, I will point out some hints. Aaron and Elizabeth were the first ones to the reception, which had anything one could desire. They performed the only forbidden act. The man was convinced by a woman. The woman was convinced by a snake… er, lawyer. They were banished. Give up? Of course you don’t. This is the story of Adam and Eve! But you knew that.