Now that we have the basics like time and date squared away, I've decided that the way to stay sane and not get sucked into all the incredible weirdness is to convince myself that it's just a big fun party, but with vows. Because I can pull together a big fun party without huge drama about the table runners and the bridesmaid's earrings not being exactly matching shades of puce.

We did all our planning in four months and on a budget and in a much more relaxed fashion than many weddings, and I hear the thing went off pretty well, though I barely recall the day. I'm convinced that wedding stressing is a totally not-needed thing. Go you!

Things a wedding needs: Bride; Groom; Tasty Cake-like Substance. All else is optional.

Happy Birthday, Empress!

The snow is still coming down west of DC.

The snow is still coming down here, though not as much as a few minutes ago. Looks like we've maybe got a new half an inch since last night.

Happy Birthday, Anne!

Oh dear lord am I tired. Getting up at 8 on a Sunday after being up most of the night is evil. Someone wire me up to the caffeine IV drip, STAT.

Plei, you forgot the smoochin.

Plei, you forgot the smoochin.

And the Chicken Dance (tm).

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I never knew about the Chicken Dance, until I started dating my husband, and attended his family's weddings with him. Now, we grew up about 5 miles from each other, are only 3 years apart in age, and hold some ethinicity in common, but I was spared the chicken dance until my early/mid-twenties.

We did the Hora (I think to Hava Nagila, unless Hava Nagila was also played), and some Greek wedding dance. We're not Greek in the least, and although some names in one line of the family tree indicate we may have had Jewish ancestors, as far as we can find back (a few centuries) they all identified as Christian.

but I was spared the chicken dance until my early/mid-twenties.

Ah, the blessed innocence of youth. What about YMCA? Another obligatory wedding atrocity of my youth. Sadly? No Time Warp.

Speaking of atrocities of my youth, Red Sonja is on the WB 11. I'd forgotten Ennio Morricone did the music for it. Brigitte just did some non-emoting to the cheesiest dead ancestor special effect evah, and we're off to the races. I think I'll jump in the shower instead.

I finally figured out why I love the chicken dance so much -- I don't tend to want to move my feet a lot while dancing, and that's the hallmark of the chicken dance!

Kissing is optional, though desired.

There was no dancing at my wedding. Just mingling. Therefore, NO FREAKING CHICKEN DANCE.