Weddings, parties, anything...

As I mentioned in my last post, my sister was getting married. The event has since past. Here are some of my reflections on the various preceedings.

1) I'm not sure why, but my sister, who, while fussy about her appearance, is not exactly what I would refer to as a 'Princess', seemed to think that a total of 11 hours (that's eleven for those who think I mis-typed) in a beauty parlour in the couple of days pre-wedding is an acceptable amount of time for a bride. Ditto brides entourage.

2) No surprises that MOTB and Bride to Be (BTB) were continuously stressing and throwing little tantrums about various wedding details in the lead up. What DID surprise me is that on the day MOTB and BTB were both reasonable and calm. Father of the Bride (FOTB) however was operating like a hummingbird, refusing to sit still and just general behaving like there was a National Emergency.

3) It was hot. HOT hot. Forty fucking degrees. At least it didn't rain I suppose.

4) Apparently the 'Bride leaving the house to go to ceremony venue' checklist does NOT include the bouquet. Fortunately this just resulted in the bride being 'fashionably late'

5) Some of my older and well-adored relations (and by that I mean one particular 88yo aunt*) are not as well behaved as I thought. Cue the old dear looking up the grooms kilt...

6) In each family, there is always one relative who is barely tolerated by other family members, who is likely to get drunk and yell out inappropriately in the speeches and possibly do something later in the night that will never be talked about in polite company. In my family there are 3. Two got drunk and yelled out in the speeches, the 3rd got drunk, pinched other peoples drinks, tried to chat up a friend of the bride (and persisted all night), fell asleep on the stairs of the venue (where the bouncer found him and tried to remove him from the premises) and then 'took a leak' in public. There were no such family members from the grooms side..... (I'm beginning to see why my sister was so keen to change her name.)

7) MOTB believed it was her god-given right to not only get downright plastered, but do so on expensive champagne no-one else was allowed to drink as part of the bar tab. It apparently was also decreed by some higher being that she should leave all monies at home, and make others buy her shooters after most of the guests have gone home. This is also part of the "we have to stay at the pub until closing plan" and the one I like to call "middle-age moshing...on your own".

I like weddings.....

*not an actual aunt, but some cousin of sorts or something, which means it is easier to say 'aunt'