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.

The 2-minute ceremony couple is still adorable and charming, and have a 2 year-old daughter now. I think they did all the drama before getting engaged (and there was certainly drama) and got it out of their system. I don't know about the couple from the Catskills; I did see the groom about a year later and everything was good, but shortly thereafter the best man turned out not to be all that great from my point of view, so I'm not in touch with that social circle.

Heh, I got married at an intimate little gathering for about 160 of my ex-wife's relatives (thirty years ago, yesterday, as a matter of fact). She came from an enormous family. My family fit at two tables, although my brother had to sit with the polka band (don't ask). We were also alloted two tables for friends. One of the bridesmaids sewed her own gown, and my mother sewed the rest. There was a bridal shower, but no bachelor party.

Oh, thank god the wedding discussion isn't completely over!

Oh, it will be back, don't you fret. I don't know about you other people, but I'm in another one in September, so there will be Things To Say, I'm sure...

In other wedding-related news, I was just at the dog park with a friend, who was talking to another dog owner who recognized her dog, and she said, "Oh, you've probably seen him here with my boyfriend..." I whispered to her, "You mean your husband, right??" Heh. They just got back from the honeymoon. She's still adjusting.

At the last wedding I went to-- a couple months ago-- the bride, groom, best man, best friend of the bride (happy not to be a MoH) myself and Bob went to a strip club-- the night before. After the rehearsal dinner. All the guys received lap dances; the bride paid for the groom's. When it closed we raided the mini bar in our hotel room and the bride and groom left after the sun came up. These friends are the most chill hedonists I know.

Of course, I had a ridiculous hangover until about an hour before the wedding started, and I look like death in the photos, but still fun.

Some dicksmack here in town was feeding kittens to his pet alligator. He's in jail tonight on $72,000 bond after throwing the cat at animal control officers and for being a smart ass to the judge. He said he could do "anything he wanted, it's only a kitten."

By his mugshot, he looks too stupid to live.