I had a blogworthy week recently - so here goes.
Think of 3 of the most different styles of weddings that you
can and that was my week.
The first one I went to was a beautiful surprise wedding in
a suburban park. One of my dearest
girlfriends “married” her girlfriend. They invited everyone to an engagement
party using the gay marriage rights as a bit of a cover. I was one of the 17
(!) bridesmaids dressed in a theme of Fire and Ice or Red & Blue. A fun filled event complete with drag queen, karaoke dj’s, live
performances from friends and a bridal dance/flash mob. SO much fun and by far
my favourite.
The second wedding was a triple wedding for the show I am
working on. So completely staged.
In summary and without giving anything away – cops chasing members of
the bridal party all over the place,
fights breaking out, guests in handcuffs and a rather disinterested
celebrant. I can’t tell you any more coz then I would have to kill you.
Wedding # 3 was completely traditional. Nothing could be faulted
really – white dress, 3 bridesmaids, suited up groomsmen, photos, cocktails,
canapés, speeches, cake and a dance to a slightly cheesy party band. But that’s
just my opinion. The traditional wedding was a relative - I think she was the
last cousin on this conservative side of my family to tie the knot other than a
few confirmed bachelor cousins in the far away land of Canada and me. Yes, I
have been married but nothing says “black sheep” like divorced, creative
freelancer living in the eastern suburbs other than relatives introducing you
point blank as the black sheep. Hmmm… such fun! Thank god the wait staff were
good enough to keep my glass of red wine bottomless, just lovely.
It was the only ‘real’ wedding of the 3 and funny enough it
was the most “normal”, traditional one that made me laugh. That was probably
more to do with it being the last one I attended rather than it being funny in
anyway. During the lovely garden ceremony with beautiful north shore water
views was the moment my brain started thinking over a big week of weddings and
it made me giggle, a little inappropriately. Thus cementing my title of black
sheep/crazy member of the family.
I can admit I am pretty bitter about the whole marriage
thing and I still don’t get it, but I’m always up for a party so go for it.
