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Originally posted by dtb
Speaking of weddings, I received a proposal the other day from my son (he's 5). Not a proposal, I suppose, more of statement of fact. (It was a hug and a "Mommy, I want to marry you.")
Oedipus, Schmedipus; I think it was sweet.
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The Weedlet (almost 4) often tells me she will marry her grandmother when she grows up (because, of course, grandmothers are the source of all joy and goodness in the world). I have not addressed the host of legal and cultural issues such a move would raise. Occasionally she will also ask my wife or I why we got married to each other, which provides us with an opportunity to zing each other. Good times indeed.
We had a semi-big wedding in TCOTU. I insisted on two things: (1) open bar and (2) a list of songs that were not to be played during the reception under any circumstances. I also argued for Guinness draft in cans because the beer is far superior, but cans were considered too tacky and we had bottles instead more's the pity. Our friends and family had a blast. We were exhausted but pleased that they were pleased. Taking the dough was not an option.
I will note that a cash bar at weddings is SOP in Ireland, where I suppose a young couple could find themselves bankrupted over the course of an afternoon. This little quirk leads to some interesting disputes, such as the time the wedding party was evacuated from the hotel due to a bomb scare and came back to find all of their unfinished drink had been cleared by the management. Righteous indignation ensued and the drink was restored. I love a happy ending.
