It was fun, and the aunts really didn't care.

Yeah, better the fun than CD fascism.

Does the garter-catcher get all up under the dress of the bouquet catcher? Cause ew.

To exclaimations of "every inch above the knee is more good luck!" and the like.

well it is nice that your aunts are so easy going. The fact remains that people should know better.

A general thing that KILLS me at weddings/receptions is how people not involved with the planning at all get all "well when are they doing this? It simply can;t be a wedding without this." Newsflash, there is not a mandatory order of services for a wedding OR reception. If you were a planner on the wedding you would know what was going on. you weren't, you don't, shuddup.

Does the garter-catcher get all up under the dress of the bouquet catcher?

I always found that half of the getting-up-in-the-grill-of-the-bride is a side effect of the structure of the bridal gown.

Guests are not usually encumbered with so much skirt.

Mixed = People who were currently or had good reason to be involved in my sex life (me and groom) vs. People who were not and should not have been involved in my sex life (everybody else).

Strangely, I'm not so much bothered by the grinding on the dance floor. That's just good, clean fun.

I have learned a lot of new things today. Like I also learned about "face books" in college. The college forces you to send them a picture which then gets puts into a book and passed out to the entire freshman class to show everyone the new faces on campus. We did not have this at my college. I find it quite creepy.

kat, please come sit in the horrified corner with me.

I am totally for all sorts of fascism at all sorts of events that I throw/pay for.

There will be chicken dancing at my wedding, oh yes there will.

I applaud the fascism, but critiquing weddings is also a time-honored custom.

Announcement: OMG, my new neighbor is just.so.loud., and the people next to him are all talking louder because of him.

Analysis: shutupShutUpSHUTUP

Yeah, better the fun than CD fascism.

Humph. We were CD fascists and proud of it. Those CDs were the result of many, many weeks of extremely laborious labor, and anyone who'd tried to mess with them would've deserved to lose a finger or three.

Also, I have a terrible Chicken Dance aversion, probably brought on by overexposure to the Jimmy Neutron movie. I can't bear to watch computer-generated animated fake people doing the Chicken Dance; seeing it done by actual humans in immediate proximity to my actual self pushes me way past watch-from-the-hall straight into flee-the-premises-screaming-and-don't-stop-running-for-hours. And a fleeing screaming bride makes for great gossip afterwards, but a slightly awkward atmosphere during the reception.

There will be chicken dancing at my wedding, oh yes there will.

I read that as chicken s dancing. Which there may well have been at my parents' wedding, given it was on the farm and all.