I just got back from a wedding and reception. The groom is 39, the bride is mid 30’s. It’s the first wedding for both. Some MPSIMS:
The only males doing the “Chicken Dance” were the groom and brides father. Beaucoup kids under ten. When the DJ announced the Chicken Dance, the number of people standing outside and smoking/drinking swelled 10 fold.
The groom threw threw the garter. I literally had to drag single males onto the dance floor to make a crowd. They all said, “I’ve been married before, I don’t want to do it again.” (Yeah, it’s an effing hex if you catch the garter.)
I caught the garter. It came to straight to me, but I had made it clear to the other guys that if the garter hit the floor and every guy stood around and stared at it, I’d be kicking their asses. (Mind you, I was the smallest guy in the group at 6 foot and 190 lb).
The bride’s throwing the boqouet had few single women, mucho under 10 years old. And the bridesmaids, who were single but experienced, were diving for the exits.
This was a wedding tradition new to me - as the single guy who caught the garter, I was called up front, wtih the woman who caught the bocquet (sp). I was worried because I thought we’d be asked to dance. Nope, my role was to place the garter on her. Thankfully, she was wearing pants, so I knelt before her, did a Cinderalla (nice shoe removal) and placed the garter just under her pants. I got compliments later for doing it in a classy manner.
The reception bar only had plastic glasses, which meant no “clinking” to have the bride and groom kiss.
That’s all, good wedding, good food just a few (weird to me) things.
Whistlepig