Monday was fairly busy at the Marriage Factory. When I arrived at the county building the lobbies were full. Yes, business other than weddings does go on there. But I saw fancy dresses and flowers, big clue to an in-house ceremony.
Two couples, everyone had been divorced twice. That would be 8 divorces between 4 people. And they are going for wedding number three. No one had been divorced more that a few weeks. They were young enough that none of them could have been separated very long before filing for divorce. This is not judging them. Just if you don't do marriage well, take a little time before jumping in again.
The bride was Caucasian and the groom was Asian. He had a traditional Chinese name. She wanted to take his name EXCEPT she was afraid people would think she was Asian. That seems a little racist yet she is marrying an Asian. Makes you think. After changing her mind several times, and a couple of reprints she did take his name.
The bride wore a short, strapless, ruched dress. It was white, it was tight, really tight. So tight that we had rolls of back fat pushed up. The couple wanted their three year old daughter to stand with them, and she did for about 2 minutes. The little girl wore a white eyelet dress. She found a use for those little holes in her dress. If you remember we have a wedding arch with tiny white lights that the couples stand under. The little girl stood and pushed her dress' eyelet holes over the lights and pulled them off. Then she would push another eyelet hole over a light and repeat. Neither the dress nor the lights were hurt in the making of this marriage.
There were other weddings that day but only one is blog worthy. The bride wore a long chiffon dress. It was a bluish silver color and had soft tiers. Each tier was several inches longer and hung from a couple of inches in front. It was mainly tiered on the sides and back. It was very floaty and lovely. She wore silver sandals, a white flower in her hair, and diamond earrings and necklace. Yes, I am sure they were diamonds. The groom wore a dark blue suit, blue shirt, and silver tie. Lots of happy laughing family and friends.
After the ceremony the mother of the bride told me she had brought bubbles. Could they blow bubbles while taking pictures? I told her we didn't allow bubbles in the wedding room. But I love bubbles, get them out. She had brought a bubble gun but didn't know how to operate it. I was itching to get my hands on it. She finally got a few bubbles out, but it wasn't working right. Her three year old grandson asked to use it. He pulled the trigger and presto, a constant stream of bubbles. We had hundreds of bubbles. I wanted a turn. I remembered that I was the county rep in the room and so didn't ask. So pretty, so fun. Oh well, I would wait until I got home and play with my own bubble machines.
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Come on people, don't you own a mirror?
Most of the couples who come to the county building to be married are serious. They realize that marriage is a big step and they are serious, excited, nervous, anxious, all of the above during the ceremony. But some couples think the ceremony is a photo session. Brides pose all through the ceremony, hiking up skirts, turning this way and that, pulling tops down for cleavage or sometimes until boobs pop out. Grooms pose making gang signs, turning toward the cameras, looking at cameras and not at the bride, they put on and take off sunglasses. And now we have the Angelina leg pose. Heaven help me, I am too old and this just makes me tired.
Monday the dresses were too short, too tight, and one too thin. As Marty pulled in front of the county building we saw a couple walking in. A tiny young woman in a really short white dress. The groom was in a black suit with a black shirt and tie. Marty and I commented on how very short the dress was, it just covered the curve of her hips. Front side, when she walked, lady parts might flash. This girl was a size zero, beautiful face and body. The knit dress looked like it was sprayed painted on her. Why so tight? Why so trashy short? She did the Angelina leg all through the wedding, posing and not even looking at her groom.
The next couple were each 18, and seemed very immature. She wore pink tighter than paint jeans. She and many of the guests wore at least 5 inch heels. None could walk in heels, wobbling, and clomping around like horses. During the ceremony, both groom and bride kept posing, and then the bride's leg popped to the side and she pulled her draped top down to show cleavage! I had trouble getting this group out of the room. I gave the 2 minute and the 1 minute warnings. Nothing. I told them I was going for the next couple, they had to leave. I went down the hall for some water and then headed to the elevator. I could hear them still in the wedding room. I went back in and they were still taking pictures. Some of the women were posing under the wedding arch with our silk flower bouquet. I used my school teaching voice and got them to leave. As I stood there a woman walked out with OUR bouquet. I told her she couldn't take it. She just looked at me. So I took it our of her hands.
The next bride with no mirror at home wore the tightest outfit. She wore a strapless dress with a beige bra with straps. The front of the dress looked as if she had on a Wonder Woman breastplate. The seams were straining, the zipper in danger. The dress pulled across the hips and rode up. And I could see pink skin and white bikini panties through the dress. But this couple was very serious about marriage. She was crying and he held her during their vows. I forgave her the dress.
My last couple had a confidential license (a license that requires no witness, the license is basically sealed and no one but the couple can see it, it takes a court order for anyone else to see the license). They had met on the Internet through a common interest in photography. One thing led to another and they were in love. They told me they had tried 4 times to marry. Since her divorce was only 5 weeks old they had to show the final papers. One time they forgot the papers. Other times other paper work was wrong. But they are now married, and were deeply moved by the ceremony. That ended the day on a good note.
Monday the dresses were too short, too tight, and one too thin. As Marty pulled in front of the county building we saw a couple walking in. A tiny young woman in a really short white dress. The groom was in a black suit with a black shirt and tie. Marty and I commented on how very short the dress was, it just covered the curve of her hips. Front side, when she walked, lady parts might flash. This girl was a size zero, beautiful face and body. The knit dress looked like it was sprayed painted on her. Why so tight? Why so trashy short? She did the Angelina leg all through the wedding, posing and not even looking at her groom.
The next couple were each 18, and seemed very immature. She wore pink tighter than paint jeans. She and many of the guests wore at least 5 inch heels. None could walk in heels, wobbling, and clomping around like horses. During the ceremony, both groom and bride kept posing, and then the bride's leg popped to the side and she pulled her draped top down to show cleavage! I had trouble getting this group out of the room. I gave the 2 minute and the 1 minute warnings. Nothing. I told them I was going for the next couple, they had to leave. I went down the hall for some water and then headed to the elevator. I could hear them still in the wedding room. I went back in and they were still taking pictures. Some of the women were posing under the wedding arch with our silk flower bouquet. I used my school teaching voice and got them to leave. As I stood there a woman walked out with OUR bouquet. I told her she couldn't take it. She just looked at me. So I took it our of her hands.
The next bride with no mirror at home wore the tightest outfit. She wore a strapless dress with a beige bra with straps. The front of the dress looked as if she had on a Wonder Woman breastplate. The seams were straining, the zipper in danger. The dress pulled across the hips and rode up. And I could see pink skin and white bikini panties through the dress. But this couple was very serious about marriage. She was crying and he held her during their vows. I forgave her the dress.
My last couple had a confidential license (a license that requires no witness, the license is basically sealed and no one but the couple can see it, it takes a court order for anyone else to see the license). They had met on the Internet through a common interest in photography. One thing led to another and they were in love. They told me they had tried 4 times to marry. Since her divorce was only 5 weeks old they had to show the final papers. One time they forgot the papers. Other times other paper work was wrong. But they are now married, and were deeply moved by the ceremony. That ended the day on a good note.
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