It was the day of the wedding. My head hurt from my bachelor party the night before. What was I thinking? My soon to be wife and I had saved and planned for three years, to make this wedding perfect. I was not letting a stupid hangover ruin things. I just had to suck it up and think about the wedding night. See, I was marrying an old fashioned girl. She was saving herself till the wedding night. Wanted to wear white in a church, and not feel like a hypocrite. I respected that, but it had been a long wait, and nothing was getting in my way tonight. I got to the church a little early, wanted to make a good impression. My future in-laws were giving me a look. I felt like I was forgetting something. I walked in the church and it hit me. I forgot to call the florist Harrogate!