…or the why, yes, two close friends did get engaged this weekend, how did you know thread.
I think all the different customs in marriage rituals are fascinating, but sometimes I think merely about how exotic a traditional Cambodian Buddist wedding or a traditional Morraccan ceremony seems to a Catholic chick from Pittsburgh. The two threads on kids at weddings made me think of the more subtle but just as real mores of “traditional” Western weddings.
This is what I can expect when I go to a wedding (besides kids):
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We will dance the Chicken Dance.
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We will dance the Money Dance. I did not know that this was not universal or could be considered tacky until I read the shocked accounts of it in etiquettehell.com.
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There will be a cookie table- the little old Italian ladies will bake pizelles and ladyfingers, the little old Greek and Syrian ladies will bake baklava, the little old Polish ladies will bake those delicious poppy seed things. Again, I did not know that this was not universal until I talked to a girl planning her wedding in central Pa. She said that if she had a cookie table, she’d end up with a table of chocolate chips cookies (not like that’s a bad thing).
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There will be roast beef, fried chicken, and rigatoni. I was twenty-seven years old before I realized that the marriage would be legally valid if you served pork loin and salmon. Me, I’m a rebel. A non-conformist. I dance to a different drummer, I do my own thing. So at my wedding, we served roast beef, fried chicken, and ravioli.
What can you expect when you go to a wedding?