Sometimes you attend a special event for which it's evident that someone has put a **lot** of time, effort, and money, and you find yourself wondering, "what were they thinking?"
As a dance caller I've observed quite a few bizarre wedding events, and I thought I'd seen it all. We've got highlights: Guinea pigs as ring bearers. Bride in orange Renaissance chiffon. Bridal party arrives at wedding park site via canoe. "Let's all go outside to have some groom's cake, it's set up in the parking lot." Civil War folks decide to have a wedding at their long-standing CW dance, forget to tell caller and band about the 90-minute time move-up (I stumbled across it just a couple weeks beforehand, on their wedding website). Wedding guest brings his fiddle and plays an angry salute to happy couple (and then confronts me because I got the gig instead of him). Guest performs "Never Make A Pretty Woman Your Wife" as everyone sits in shocked silence. Bride's sisters keep demanding that I play tunes off the provided CD (the Hustle! She's a Brick House!) as the hired musicians sit there. Groom says "I forgot my checkbook, can we pay you when we get back from our honeymoon?" Minister gives a blessing which includes admonishment to "multiply" as everyone squirms uncomfortably. Attendants' dresses look like casual beachwear done up in $10/yard satin. (You may have been present to enjoy some of these moments with me, or have read about them on dance caller listserves.) Not to mention the bike tour ceremonies with the wedding party in cycling shorts (seen it!), Halloween costume themes, and more that regularly make the headlines.
Well! Last Friday I drove six hours to Dayton for my sister's 3rd wedding. (#1, 1985: parents' living room, seamstress mother made outfits, tablecloths, decorations. #2, 1993, Renaissance theme at a VFW hall.) This one was at a Universalist Unitarian church. Three ministers (the house guy, a pagan priestess, and a long-time friend of the groom who came from Georgia). Formal-looking invite, and many guests had taken the trouble to dress up. Bridal registry. (This was groom's first wedding, and I guess they wanted him to experience some of the associated hoopla.) My brother flew up from Houston, and he kept offering to help sis with some of the logistics.
They met via the personals website "Lavalife." (I've since deleted my listing.) The priestess announced that the moment that they met face-to-face, groom knew that he'd found The One. Legend has it that our father mentioned, "hey, you can't wear a white dress to your third wedding," and I guess sis took that and ran with it. (Dad announced that he would be attired in one of the Hawaiian shirts that our late mother had made for him, and for a while we were trying to get him to put on something a little nicer and "more appropriate.") In case you need a cue sheet, groom has curly dark hair and a mustache, and sis looks like she's related to me (which caused consternation as her friends took one look and exclaimed, "hello, G's sister!").
I heard the dress cost $300, and I could almost hear Mama's cremains spinning in their box (which has been riding in the trunk of dad's car since 1999). It was a nice-enough dress, but nothing I couldn't have whipped up for a fraction of that.
Yes, this could have been Photoshopped, but it wasn't. For some reason they didn't hire a photographer, so the siblings' snapshots are how they'll be cherishing these happy memories. I have quite a few more snaps besides these two, but will spare you....unless you want to see the lovely white sandals or dad's purple Hawaiian shirt or my brother's face thinking, "I spent how much on that plane ride?!".
This might eventually make it to the Etiquettehell.com website, or the urban legend site. And the Ebay wedding dress guy might get to see it, too. Sis's reaction to my words here would be, "you're just jealous of me because you've never gotten married!" Yeah, right.
--Karen M.