mrs-roboto's Diaryland Diary
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Love and Marriage
I have returned from NY, home of the tacky wedding. My cousin Dee, a woman of about 30, just married her second husband. To be truthful, I hardly know either of them. I went to their wedding because they came to mine and going to theirs seemed obligatory.
There are two types of weddings: the elegant kind and the over-the-top, schlockly kind. Both are acceptable provided you know which kind you are having and embrace the mood of it wholly. Pete and I went for full-on schlock and got hitched in Memphis, TN at the Graceland Mansion. We handed out velvet Elvis' (Elvi?) as our favors. We knew we were being tacky and we ran with that. There were peanut butter and banana sandwiches and tiki centerpieces and a jukebox that played only Elvis tunes. It was just plain fun.
My cousin, like many people I have known, has a skewed idea of elegant. Where to begin... Dee and her new husband like Harleys. They like Harleys a whole lot, so much in fact that their house has assorted "hog" decor. So, it seemed only natural for them to pose with their bike for pictures. I can almost guarantee that this picture will be blown up and hung above their mantle. After all, it's classy!
Then of course there was the reception held at at banquet hall on Staten Island. My cousin lives on Staten Island. Have you seen Working Girl? This is a pretty accurate portrayal of the residents of this area. I was one of two people (the other was my teenage sister) who lacked "big hair" and acrylic nails.
There were two men in their early 20's who DJ'ed the event. Both closely resembled primates with their sloping brows and hairy knuckles. They spun all the hits, including the chicken dance and the electric slide. Somehow, perhaps by the mercy of a higher power, we we spared from doing the Macarena but we did form a conga line and danced around to "Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot!"
It's little events like this that remind me why I moved West and assure me it was truly one of the best choices I ever made. On a more positive note, at least Dee did not select one of those banquet halls with a secret opening in the dance floor through which the bride and groom rise up in a cloud of smoke and bubbles (now that's classy)!
5:30 p.m. - 2002-05-27
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