Saturday, June 14, 2014
Mine was one of those "big Italian" weddings...minus the fights. Everyone behaved, and we got through the ceremony and reception with tons of food left over, but no fights. Did the traditional tarantella dance, sang some Italian songs, and I had a "money bag" for all the checks and cash we were given. (Photo shows my mother holding my money bag at an audition she went to...they were looking for Italian grandmothers dressed for weddings! She didn't get the part but had fun!)
The only hitch to our wedding came two weeks before the actual ceremony. The priest who was to perform the service called to say the renovations on the church wouldn't be done and we'd have to find another church...and this was right before Christmas. Luckily, we found another church and priest so had our ceremony. But, we had to notify all our guests about the church change since our invitations had the first church listed.
Went to a wedding and found out three years later that it wasn't "real". The bride hadn't gotten her divorce in time so the couple decided to go through a "ceremony" with a biker buddy of theirs acting as a minister. None of us knew it at the time...not even the parents of the couple.
This same wedding had a interesting dress made by the bride...black and white. Bride wore a white dress, black belt, and black boots. The bridal dress was cut too low on top and the hemline landed right below her crotch. She spent the day pulling the dress up and down. Never quite found the right position. This caused many of my Italian relatives to raise eyebrows and frown throughout the day.
Went to a double wedding. The minister kept calling one groom by the wrong name. He just never did seem to get it right. At the reception, one of my cousins brought a "questionable" choice of date. She drank too much, became loud and obnoxious, and they were told...politely...to leave.
Same wedding: the family of the bride I didn't know brought a pinata. Of course, all the kids were excited. After it was broken and the kids grabbed what had fallen to the floor, my 10 and 11 year old children came to show me what they got. "Balloons"...according to them.
Actually, they were colorful condoms. I grabbed the condoms and told my kids to get more desserts to eat. That married couple lasted 5 months and eventually divorced.
Another wedding: big Italian/Jewish event. Wonderful food...more than anyone could eat. The bride's Jewish family didn't go to the Catholic ceremony, only the Jewish ceremony. The groom's Italian family went to the Jewish ceremony and Catholic ceremony. Divided feelings and not a great start. The happy couple eventually divorced.
Another wedding: lavish garden ceremony. Too much food. Happy couple. Three months later the bride was pregnant and the groom had a affair...with a fellow teacher who worked with the bride's mother. They divorced.
My youngest daughter's wedding: the photographer didn't get to the venue until the ceremony was over. Five minutes before the ceremony, I ran around and asked people to take photos...even handed my nephew my camera, shoved him to the front of the ceremony room, and told him to take pictures. The photographer gave some excuse about "traffic", but I was not amused.
Another daughter's wedding: the day of the wedding, my daughter was running a temperature and vomiting. She forgot to tell the bridesmaids to get to the church early to help her dress. I did that, and ran with her into the bathroom so she could puke...I kept the dress clean. I just prayed she'd make it through the ceremony...and she did. The couple didn't leave on their honeymoon that night...nor the next...since the groom got sick the next day.
I wonder how my heroes and heroines would react on their wedding days...their HEAs would include a trip to the altar. I never wrote an Epilogue for my romance stories, but I can just imagine adding some type of funny/strange event to mark their special days!
Have you got a wedding tale to tell? Please share it!
photos: Flickr: Dave Darlington, sice (3650341) and Sue Calderone's photostreams