"Knockin' me out with those American thighs"
Weird, weird wedding weekend.
My brother (I'm the youngest, he -- Scott -- is in the middle, and the oldest, Eric, is already married with adorable kid) got married this weekend, and let's just jump into the craziness of the festivities with this: after the first dance ("Love Will" -- I swear I am not making this up and they are not forty-five years old -- "Keep Us Together") and the groom-with-mom and bride-with-dad dance ("Wonderful Tonight"), the song in the subject line up there was the first song played at the reception. Followed immediately by -- I swear I am not making this up -- "Pour Some Sugar On Me". I never really considered it, but if I had I am pretty sure I would not have thought Ward Willliams would be the right guy to DJ my wedding. But don't worry, the metal monday let up soon enough and we got some good ol' country ("Boot-Scootin' Boogie", indeed).
And to think that until Wednesday they were going to go without a DJ/dancing at all! Until the bride's mess of a mother stepped up...not that she actually paid for that decision...and the bride's white trash-y side of the family didn't even dance. At all, basically. It was just my 22 month-old niece, my 78 year-old grandma, my mom, my aunt, and my 30s/40s-ish cousin, plus the men in our family when we were persuaded by a cute 22 month-old. She could really kick it, I tells ya.
The ceremony itself was...interesting. My brother is not the normalest guy around. He's into role-playing games and stuff. Which informed the costuming decisions...judge for yourself. My mom made all of those outfits, by the way, and my mother-in-law-from-the-other-brother made the awesome cake. Awesome and delicious. And, dude, making a wedding cake is intense, I learned the inside scoop, it takes at least a month to get it right. Craziness.
Anyway, it was not technically a "wedding" (although they are legally married), it was a "hand-fasting" -- think "tying the knot", but literally, or just click that wikipedia link. I don't think they really had strong pagan intentions, I think it was just to be an alternative to a traditional relgious wedding. The highlight of the ceremony for most people was the "vows", if that word applies, which went along the lines of, "Will you hurt him?" "I may." "Is that your intent?" "It is not." Sort of funny sounding, but then again, it's a good point.
Other highlights included the running tribulations involving the mother-of-the-bride. She's...odd, but not awful. But after the ceremony, while I was packing to come back home, the talk around the house was sniping all over the MOB and the various bridal relations. Not quite the harmony with the original set of in-laws from Eric's wife. Also, my mom's side of the family is awesome once you're old enough to drink. Not wasted or embarrassing, just cool. Way to go Krouss clan.
Oh, and of course, being the last unmarried Hall boy, my mother is ramping up her efforts to marry me off. She had already realized that so far we have Eric&Diane (E-D), now Scott&Talia (S-T), so Bryan has to marry a girl with an A or a C name. But really, Talia is her middle name, so since Diane=first, Talia=middle, my bride-to-be could possibly have a last initial of A or C. Furthermore: Our dad? Steve. Diane's dad? Steve. Talia's birth-dad? Steve. So now I have a new pick-up line:
Hey baby, what's your dad's name?
Actually, during dinner yesterday [oh, also strange; the evening went dinner->ceremony->cake/reception...weird?], I decided that I would just tell them that I've eloped so they stop pestering me. My cousin Deana named her "Cassandra".
Weird stuff, that South Dakota.
My brother (I'm the youngest, he -- Scott -- is in the middle, and the oldest, Eric, is already married with adorable kid) got married this weekend, and let's just jump into the craziness of the festivities with this: after the first dance ("Love Will" -- I swear I am not making this up and they are not forty-five years old -- "Keep Us Together") and the groom-with-mom and bride-with-dad dance ("Wonderful Tonight"), the song in the subject line up there was the first song played at the reception. Followed immediately by -- I swear I am not making this up -- "Pour Some Sugar On Me". I never really considered it, but if I had I am pretty sure I would not have thought Ward Willliams would be the right guy to DJ my wedding. But don't worry, the metal monday let up soon enough and we got some good ol' country ("Boot-Scootin' Boogie", indeed).
And to think that until Wednesday they were going to go without a DJ/dancing at all! Until the bride's mess of a mother stepped up...not that she actually paid for that decision...and the bride's white trash-y side of the family didn't even dance. At all, basically. It was just my 22 month-old niece, my 78 year-old grandma, my mom, my aunt, and my 30s/40s-ish cousin, plus the men in our family when we were persuaded by a cute 22 month-old. She could really kick it, I tells ya.
The ceremony itself was...interesting. My brother is not the normalest guy around. He's into role-playing games and stuff. Which informed the costuming decisions...judge for yourself. My mom made all of those outfits, by the way, and my mother-in-law-from-the-other-brother made the awesome cake. Awesome and delicious. And, dude, making a wedding cake is intense, I learned the inside scoop, it takes at least a month to get it right. Craziness.
Anyway, it was not technically a "wedding" (although they are legally married), it was a "hand-fasting" -- think "tying the knot", but literally, or just click that wikipedia link. I don't think they really had strong pagan intentions, I think it was just to be an alternative to a traditional relgious wedding. The highlight of the ceremony for most people was the "vows", if that word applies, which went along the lines of, "Will you hurt him?" "I may." "Is that your intent?" "It is not." Sort of funny sounding, but then again, it's a good point.
Other highlights included the running tribulations involving the mother-of-the-bride. She's...odd, but not awful. But after the ceremony, while I was packing to come back home, the talk around the house was sniping all over the MOB and the various bridal relations. Not quite the harmony with the original set of in-laws from Eric's wife. Also, my mom's side of the family is awesome once you're old enough to drink. Not wasted or embarrassing, just cool. Way to go Krouss clan.
Oh, and of course, being the last unmarried Hall boy, my mother is ramping up her efforts to marry me off. She had already realized that so far we have Eric&Diane (E-D), now Scott&Talia (S-T), so Bryan has to marry a girl with an A or a C name. But really, Talia is her middle name, so since Diane=first, Talia=middle, my bride-to-be could possibly have a last initial of A or C. Furthermore: Our dad? Steve. Diane's dad? Steve. Talia's birth-dad? Steve. So now I have a new pick-up line:
Hey baby, what's your dad's name?
Actually, during dinner yesterday [oh, also strange; the evening went dinner->ceremony->cake/reception...weird?], I decided that I would just tell them that I've eloped so they stop pestering me. My cousin Deana named her "Cassandra".
Weird stuff, that South Dakota.