Thursday. Wedding day! The modest bungalow, already full to bursting with the groom’s extended family, was by 9 a.m. occupied by the bride’s wedding party as well. The tension radiated.
Bride to groom (who was not in charge of the decorations): “It’s almost nine. Where are the flowers? Didn’t you order any? I’ve been telling you this for five months.”
Groom to bride (who was not in charge of the invitations): “Do we have any idea how many people are coming? Did anyone RSVP? They’ve had five months! And does anyone know how to work the sound system?”
I’m not sure if there is a typical Canadian way to get married (although I suppose last-minute panicking is a common element).