I lost my wedding ring … on my wedding night!
In Bengali weddings, there is a tradition for the bride and groom and their peers to spend the night of the wedding together, joking around, playing games, eating, singing songs, whatever the hell you want – it’s called bhashur ghar (literally, “the room of the groom’s elder brother”). (The bride and groom aren’t supposed to be left alone until the third night after the wedding.) To honour that tradition, and just because it’s fun, we planned a similar thing. We rented a hotel room and all our friends were invited to hang out until the morning, when whoever was left would go for breakfast at Bob Evans.
So, anyway, after the reception, we went back to my parents’ house to change into comfortable clothes, and then off to the hotel to party. Sometime during the night, I discovered that my wedding ring was gone! D’oh! I looked all over the place, crawling around the hotel room, looking under beds, under the air conditioning unit. No dice. My bride was pissed, really pissed. She didn’t speak to me for several hours after that.
The next morning, we went back to my parents’ house for another ceremony, in which the bride is welcomed into the family. I went upstairs, and, lo, my wedding ring is on the floor in the room where I had changed clothes the previous night, dead in the middle of the carpet. I had never noticed that it had fallen off my finger.
Since that day, my wedding ring has been locked in our safe-deposit box in the bank.
So can you beat that?