Uncanny wedding

First thing I remember is the fact that I was about to marry one girl (actually my ex-gf, who is, in fact, married already). I felt that this wedding was unfortunate and I didn't really wanted it anyway. But still I worn my suite and ran to the altar at the last moment. Me and my bride grasped each other's hands and the ceremony begun. Instead of usual oath, we started odd dance on the stairs of the altar. Every time I wanted to say anything, the priest was coming before me with exactly the same phrase.
- How comes we are tuned so well? - I asked innocently. He answered:
- Stop licking my boots.
I noticed that he resembles my master thesis promoter, with all his arrogance and dental defects.

Then place switched from church into a restaurant. I told my father that I didn't really want to marry her, and that whole situation seemed awkward and even absurd. When he heard it, he got mad on me and started to shout that she was so nice to me and asked what actually I had against her. I accused him on hastening my marriage because allegedly he wanted to see his grandchildren before his death. Then I started to make presentation on my computer about what circumstances had led to that irrational marriage and why I didn't want it so much.