The End of a Streak

I have an impressive track record of catching bouquets at wedding receptions. This dates back to March of 2005. Alas this weekend the streak came to an end. After five successful catches, "the curse" as my mom calls it, has been broken. I've caught the bouquets from bounce-offs off of chandelier's (which resulted in a black eye and a finger prick), the lackadaisical swipe in the air, and even the occasional tug-of-war. My approach consists of standing in front of the group of bachelorettes since most brides throw the bouquet with what I call "fluff". Because of this "fluff" the bouquet doesn't go very far in terms of distance. If anything, it goes high. (at which point I have time to do a quick check of the area around me to look for possible saboteurs) Last night I didn't take into account of the physics of the bouquet being tossed off of a balcony, along with the fact that I was jinxed beforehand. I'll just have to alter my game plan for the next toss. I'll be ready for sure.