The Adrenaline of Irony

My misadventures have many exciting ways of manifesting themselves. It all began when I offered to take my friend to another friend's wedding and reception in Logan Utah today. Last night the weather was good and clear as I went to bed, but upon waking the snow was falling and had already begun to build on the Earth's surface. Thus we set out and began adventuring to the Northern end of Utah. The weather was actually rather tame on our ride up, but from the moment we began our approach, the snow resumed. The entire time we were in Logan the snow continued to fall. This we witnessed from within the confines of the Old Rock Church in Providence Utah. This is where the wedding reception was held. My favorite part was probably before it even got started. Brett and I were sitting in a lobby while Lisa was helping get things ready for the reception. While we were talking one of the groom's siblings decided it would be awesome to pull the fire alarm. Well, the boy panicked and cried, but those of us who were watching the events unfold got quite a laugh out of it. The reception was quite enjoyable, and that is where the irony struck. I feel safe in assuming we all know what goes down at a wedding reception. Lisa, Brett, and I had all decided to bail and try and make it back, and before the awkward moment where all the single individuals are somehow forcibly confined into a small area where either a bouquet or garter (depending on your gender) will be thrown at you. Traditionally, it is said whomever catches their respective item will be the next to join the ranks of the married. At this particular reception, the receiver of the bouquet was a young child that couldn't have been eight years of age. If tradition rings true, all the other females there have a long wait before they will be getting married. Ironically, the person to catch the garter was me. I didn't want to catch it (which is another traditional thing, the girls go nuts fighting over the bouquet while the men couldn't care less about the garter), but when I saw that no one else was, I stretched out my hand and picked it from the air. What makes this so ironic, is the fact that I'm probably the last person that wants to get married. Marriage isn't a bad thing, I'm just not sure how interested I am in it. Well, once this was all done the three of us headed back toward American Fork and Provo. The roads were all covered in snow, but along the majority of the journey there was no problem. In Cache Valley all of the cars were packed together, so this proved to be quite a blessing. When we got to the Salt Lake area the snow had stopped, but the roads were still populated with millions of snowflakes. Maintaining my speed, which was greatly under the speed limit, I decided I needed to switch lanes. This is when my car decided it wanted to fishtail in the middle of I-15. I can honestly say I was grateful for something I learned in drivers ed tonight, because I was able to stop my car from spinning out and causing any accidents. After steering my car in such a manner that it got back on track we were able to continue our journey. I can't lie, I definitely felt the adrenaline pumping through my system after that little escapade. I am also very grateful that the roads were not very populated by this time on our quest. In the end we made it home safely without any accidents or other tragedies striking. I definitely can see the hand of the Lord in my life.