Five minutes. I can last five minutes, right? I just sent my assistant home because him chomping at the bit was making me even more desperate to get out.

ETA: Four! Four minutes.

brenda, I think you have less than two minutes, now.

no pictures, they don't capture the giggles either.

I keep trying to keep up in Bitches AND in Natter, and it's just not working. I will work out a system, dammit. When I've had less to drink. Until then, I spit in the general direction of assholes who are pissing people off and whatever the opposite is to people who aren't.

At the wedding of a friend's sister, I danced with the sister for the dollar dance, and dropped 4 quarters, one by one, down the front of her dress.

That was probably the most tame thing that happened at that wedding, come to think of it.

So, not an FAC wedding?

Hmmm, I suppose money down the front of a wedding dress is no worse than toy mice in the cleavage.(This kinda happened at my friend's wedding. She goes by the name "Cat" so some folks decide to hand out toy mice which ended up in her cleavage, tied to the laces of her dress and so on. She had also decided that instead of the usual clink glass = bride and groom kiss, that people would have to do something to entertain her to get them to kiss. Which led to another friend's "interpretive dance")

:looks at above paragraph and realizes she is living up to the thread title and then some:

At the wedding of a friend's sister, I danced with the sister for the dollar dance, and dropped 4 quarters, one by one, down the front of her dress.

That was probably the most tame thing that happened at that wedding, come to think of it.

So, not an FAC wedding?

t considers image of self dancing with a woman -- nay, the BRIDE -- at an FAC wedding

t adds image of self dropping money into bride's cleavage

t expires from laughter

You are correct, madam. Most definitely NOT an FAC wedding!

I'm eating ranier cherries right now. Got 'em for $2.50/lb. Course, the limit was one bag. So they are rapidly disappearing.

So good.

Oh, thank god the wedding discussion isn't completely over! I just zoomed through 200 posts thinking, "I have stories! Waaaaait!" Ahem.

The best wedding I have ever attended took place in a lovely local restaurant. The ceremony was performed by a JP named... Butz? I think. I know her surname was entertaining, and that she was selected for that reason. The entire ceremony took under 2 minutes, and then we got to eat & drink and do receptiony-things. Which is why it was the Best Wedding Ever.

The second-best wedding I have ever attended took place in a hilly field in the Catskills under a full moon, and the bride was a little late because she was finishing up her gorgeous scarlet Ren-faire-ish gown. There were kilts and a drummer and I wish I had pictures. I was actually the date of the best man, so I didn't know them well, but for sheer style that was the winner. As his gift, my date had made puppets and performed the Pyramus & Thisbe play from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" during the reception. It was a very Buffista-ish wedding, I think.

I share all of Teppy's feelings about enforced "fun." I am also still a little bitter that when my brother got married, I had to go to the dull tea-party bridal shower with total strangers because I'm A Girl, and did not get to go to the bachelor party with people I actually knew, because I'm A Girl. There were strip clubs and alcohol, both of which I would have enjoyed. I berated the best man about that later, and he said that he would have invited me, but my brother had vetoed bringing his little sister along to strip clubs. Which I can sorta understand, but still.

The end. Phew.

Strega, how did the marriages turn out? I ask, because the best wedding I ever went to (small, intimate, in the home of the parents of the bride) was the kick off to a pretty unhappy marriage.