Nothing has tested the strength of so many relationships as Jim and Jenny’s wedding on Saturday. Naturally, the bride and the groom seemed to be chastely getting along. The ceremony was extremely stiff with at least five redundant prayers and jaw-grindingly bad organ music. And a whole lot of people cynical about the state of the union.
It was only the second wedding I’ve attended, and I was hoping for a more personalized one. Vows, color schemes, and music allow the bride and groom to express who they are as individuals and as a couple. This wedding wasn’t so unique, but it was very giving. After the wedding, guests nibbled on hors’doeuvres and began to enjoy the open bar. In twenty minutes, I was mistaken for some stranger’s wife and cursing the demise of vocational education with Cade’s high school economics teacher.
Once the reception hall was ready, everyone filed in to their assigned tables and began to eat their salads. I’d say most people had downed four drinks from the bar by this time. After the sorbet, steaks, champagne toast, dessert, and open bar excursions, the wedding party was getting kind of crunk, in spite of a cheesy deejay and a lot of fashion faux pas. All these weird dynamics were already at work in the Three Stooges’s relationship that I had been observing since Friday night. I’m not really aware of how male friends tend to act together, but in my observation, it varies dramatically from pairs to a group of three. With three, it’s not necessarily cattiness that comes out, but definitely some challenging behavior. There are these roles that beget other roles, until everyone is feeling kind of strained and pigeon-holed and self-conscious. Alcohol doesn’t remedy this, it just makes everyone address it in a less inhibited way.
Cue the friend putting candy in another friend’s drink. Cue the two friends reprimanding another for dancing with a peer’s mother in a way a little too reminiscent of a music video: “You were grabbing his mom’s ass!!!” “No, I wasn’t, dude!” “Well, his parents are divorced.”
Cue me dancing in public, cutting the rug to “YMCA” and who knows what else, and giving Tom the camera.
haha, yea…that’s the good ol’ drama I love to miss! Though it was nice to see everyone again and it was nice to meet you. Some nice photos here…and yes grabbing your friend’s mother’s ass is completely wrong - and I think has nothing to do with a challenging behavior??? At least I hope no one was jealous of grabbing older ass. Anyway, you said you would post my photo - thank you for posting one where I look decent.