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I'm beginning to learn the patterns
of a wedding. After seeing the same ritual so many times, but in different incarnations, you learn its core and its periphery. That is not to say the core is the actual exchanging of rings, the vows, the priest or pastor or what have you speaking his piece (I have yet to photograph a wedding with a female officiant). No, the core is in the smaller details, the strange things you notice again and again. First off, nobody really likes going to weddings, except of course the bride and groom and possibly their parents. There is this charade that the whole thing is one big rockin' party, when if you really wanted to party, you wouldn't be at Lake Union Cafe on a Friday night with your relatives. The wedding must be endured as a sign of one's dedication and loyalty to the bride and/or groom. You must get out that nice dress, wear a tie, drink the champagne, eat the cake whether or not it is delicious, and get out on the dance floor and pretend like you're having a grand time dancing with your cousins. When "You Make Me Want to Shout" comes on, you have to throw your hands up in the air and crouch down for the "little bit softer now" part. God knows you have to dance the electroslide, especially if you are black (I'm just calling it like it is). Although the one black wedding I've done was the only one with decent music, at least according to me. I am so tired of hearing Bryan Adams songs I could cry. The groomsmen, predictably, get drunk. Who wouldn't take advantage of the open bar or at least free beer? The better to drown your dissatisfaction with having to use a weekend day or night--or vacation days and travel expenses if you fly in from out of town. Other notorious drunks include the mother of the bride, occasionally the mother of the groom, and the gaggle of bridesmaids. The DJ is usually delighted because this means people will come out on the dance floor and make fools of themselves. The cake is an unknown. Sometimes it is an amazing gourmet experience--tonight the "cake" was seven cakes from Just Desserts, ranging from black and white chocolate to the heavenly lemon blueberry. I've been to weddings where budget was king and they had a simple sheet cake. And sometimes the cake is awful, or even worse, it falls apart in the heat. I've seen cakes spring a leak and tilt dangerously on their tiered pillars, but so far I have not witnessed full-on cake disaster. The other thing I see time and time again is the bride's struggle with control. Not control of her soaring emotions, but control of the planning, the setup, the details. I cannot recommend highly enough having someone else responsible for running everything the day of the wedding--someone who is not the groom, like your mother or a very responsible bridesmaid. Then the poor bride doesn't have to spend all day answering frantic cell phone calls and directing people where the flowers go. I understand the drive to personally ensure that everything is perfect, but it's a no-win situation when you are also trying to revel in the full bride experience. Make your minions do your dirty work and appoint a head minion to manage them, at least for the day of the wedding. And for god's sake, please plan. I have been to the Wedding from Hell where everyone was hours late, they forgot the flowers, the batteries for the boom box (making for a silent walk down the aisle), and, yes, the rings. I had to intervene with the cheery "well, you've seen 4 Weddings and a Funeral, right?" If it weren't for my further meddling, the bride would have borrowed a ring that was too small for her. It gets better--the groomsmen AND the groom had been drinking since the early morning. The bride kept telling me she would look better photographed when drunk. Half the guests didn't show up, making the reception echoingly empty. The bride sent out a groomsmen to pick up most of the food on the way back from the reception, and she spent most of the reception in the kitchen cooking and getting things ready. Not surprisingly, the bride and groom fought and bickered the whole time. This was the only wedding where I threw in the towel and got drunk with the rest of them, figuring that was the only way I was going to get into the spirit of this highly disorganized event. The list goes on, of problems, small fiascos, and more commonly just the simple banality we try to dress up and parade as the most special day of two lives. Yet we go through the ritual time and time again, because of course it is a meaningful ritual to its participants. So much of it reminds me of prom writ large, but I know underneath that shimmering facade of pink bridesmaids dresses and boutennieres, it is one of the few ceremonies left to us as adults in this bland, homogenized culture. I do believe in the commitment that underlies that ceremony, and I am still intrigued to see all the little things that are different, all the ways a couple chooses to commemorate their relationship. Along with the same old dance songs, there are handmade centerpieces that each have a piece of the couple's story. Although the bride may be ringless and music-less, she will have taken the time to create beaded votive holders out of a billion baby jars from her own kids. Maybe some elements are cheesy, but there is usually real love there, and for god's sake, let's hold on to the few elements of pageantry and ritual we have left in this society. Bring on the cake. |