I was all practiced and prepared, sitting just left of the altar to read the Prayer of the Faithful at my cousin Gene's wedding when the overeager first reader bounded up to the podium and read my part. We three readers went over our gameplan just before the ceremony, but I guess the first reader's brain was on autopilot.
At the reception, despite the lingering effects of a hunger headache, I got down with my bad self to "Brick House" and "Funky Town." Good to know I've still got it. Now to see how everything feels in eight hours or so.