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One of those large American van cars hauled me to my destination.

The big secret wedding everyone was talking about!

I couldn't believe my luck.

I tightly clasped my grand invitation and kept telling the driver 'just here will do' as some large men guided us around a confusing array of barriers.

This guy was a pro, ignored every word I said and kept his eyes on the prize.

Finally we were in!

I scoured the arena for my seat.

I plopped myself down and awaited the arrival of America's princess.

I saw a speck in the distance and took out my binoculars.

After catching a glimpse of the back of Huge Grant's head I found her.

Christ, she was beautiful.

Sort of, well, a generic woman in a wedding dress vibe.

I wept into the little lens area of my binocs.

I forced my face away and give the eyeholes a quick wipe.

Then swiftly plug myself back in.

I was shaking through the entire process.

Cursing these vital seconds I was missing to view the most wonderful couple.