If you're talking about after your own wedding, the best part is when it's over, and you bring all the champagne to your friends house, party 'til 3 in the morning, have lots of crazy pictures of a score of your best buddies being silly, and then get, finally, to the hotel, where you make love until the sun rises. God, we were hung over the next day. Went back to our place (we'd been living together off and on for four years), got really loaded to deal with the hangover, and started opening all the wedding presents. In our case, with my Dad's professor friends going berserk, there was a really big pile of stuff. All in all, it was a gas.
HAHAHA, you did say anything about a woman in that... it sounds like you have a GREAT time with your BUDDIES though...
How about health insurance benefits as a dependent? I'm an independent contractor who would be paying out the wazoo for my own health insurance if I just co-habited with this lady with whom I've made babies. She and the girls would have great health insurance through her hospital-employer... but I wouldn't. Inheritance rights? Get a will.
The Honeymoon is the best part, followed by not having to see a bunch of people you don't like much again for a long time
In my family, the best part of the wedding is not the booze but its effect on the guests. First, my mom and all her brother and sisters have a few drinks and then get in a knock-down, drag-out fight over whether Clinton should have been impeached. Meanwhile, the 85-year old widow of one of my late grandfather's military associates gets on stage with the piano-guitar duo and slurs her way through an impromptu version of "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You." Finally, one of my cousins comes on to the boyfriend of one of her nieces. At least the cousin thinks it's the boyfriend - in her state, she doesn't realize that she actually hit on her nephew
Profile For Dubious Search for all posts by this user. Date Registered: 06-18-2001 Status: Contributing Member Total Posts: 1802 (1.33 posts per day) ................................................................ Birthday December 31, 1969 ..................................................... Well, let's see if your profile is really correct that means you went down the aisle with Mrs Dubious at the tender age of 4. Hope you don't mind me having some disbelief, dubious at that, at this fact.
5. Chunking rice bags at the newlyweds and hitting one of them in the head. 4. The look on the Groom's face as the bride walks down the isle. 3. The best man mouthing the words, "dude are you sure?" 2. The frantic search for wedding bands. 1. Having the whores show up from the BP the night before. At least those were the best parts of my wedding...
The sexist pig! Half of those buddies were girls. Unlike some people, I've always had good friends who happened to be female. It's possible, you know. Some of them I may have slept with, at one time or another, but it was just for fun on both parts. Things, morals in particular, were much different back then, thank goodness. So, yes, it was my wife who came to the hotel with me after the wedding. There's no telling who slept with whom after we left, however!
Did this happen to Dubious as well? RocketMan Tex discovered that he had the same birthday in his profile, on Texas Independance Day, and his birthday really is on that day, not 12/31/69. Methinks something strange is going on around here! I know I had a great time on that particular New Year's Eve, but if I fathered any of you that night, you wouldn't have been born the same day!
Unless I think the marriage isn't going to last or is otherwise a bad idea, I love the opportunity to witness two people coming together and publicly declaring their love and devotion to each other. The best part of our wedding was the night before. Almost everybody was already there. Our parents were chatting and debating in the reception room with the other older people. All the younger people were in the kitchen cooking for the reception. JV was caramelizing onions for French onion soup he doesn't eat. My bridesmaid, at the time an orthodox jew (still jewish, no longer orthodox) was searing off druxelle-stuffed pork tenderloin and enquiring whether she should be doing that. Siblings were baking off bread and making sauces for the appetizers... The wedding was also fun, we got to eat all that food but they kicked us out early so they could enjoy sending us off. We still hear new things about what happened when everyone started the real drinking binges after we left. The worst thing about weddings: bad cake. I made my own so I didn't have any complaints about it but too many bad wedding cakes was why I thought I should start my business to try to rectify a sad situation.
Planning my wedding was a logistical nightmare. I hate to say it but the best part of my wedding was getting in the limo after it was all done. The sense of relief that the event was over. Staring at my new wife...and getting ready for an imminent vacation. That was great. And then DMB's "Crash" came over the radio and that put the moment over the top! I can only speak for my own marriage...but I can tell you honestly...and my wife says the same...it gets better as you go. You become more sensitive to the other person's quirks/needs/personality/whatever....and you adjust. The first year is tough. A lot of instant adjustment. But it's gotten better ever since.
When you get in the car to drive away... Seriously- I like weddings generally. It really is a chance to think about renewing the vows to your wife. It can be a nice experience.... Still - good to be leaving
