I was one of eight bridesmaids in the last wedding I stood up in. 8 Groomsmen, natch, a flower girl and a ringbearer (okay, word now tainted).
It seemed fine, even though we threatened to outnumber the guests.
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I was one of eight bridesmaids in the last wedding I stood up in. 8 Groomsmen, natch, a flower girl and a ringbearer (okay, word now tainted).
It seemed fine, even though we threatened to outnumber the guests.
I was once at a double wedding where the couples had 6 bridesmaids, 6 groomsmen, 2 junior bridesmaids, and a flower girl each.
For the ultimate wedding, I think you need to come up with tasks for the trained monkeys.
ringbearer (okay, word now tainted).
Actually, I would like to see this at a wedding. Especially if he brings along his short bald friend with the funny syntax.
Especially if he brings along his short bald friend with the funny syntax.
::now picturing Gollum as the minister::
I probably would have had more attendants on my side, but Mr. H was pretty clear that he just wanted his dad and his 2 best friends, so I chopped my list down. A couple of girlfriends' feelings were hurt, but it seemed better than making Mr. H find people he didn't really care one way or the other about to be up there. He's a very friendly guy and makes friends easily, but there are very few people who know him well enough that he'd be comfortable with them standing up for him at his wedding.
My favorite is still another cousin's wedding where my foul-tempered cousin Rachel was the flower girl. She came down the aisle grimmacing, stopping every few feet to hurl a handful of flowers down onto the ground in angry fashion. There may have been stomping and grinding as well.
My favorite is still another cousin's wedding where my foul-tempered cousin Rachel was the flower girl.
See, this is why you need a flower monkey....
Well, watching an angry kindergartener squish rose petals like discarded cigarettes is probably less disruptive to a wedding than dodging in the pews after a monkey decides that what's good for petals is good for poo as well.
I think instead of bridesmaids and groomsmen should be cavemen and astronauts.