DtC’s thoughts are virtually identical to what I meant to express…I just didn’t put them down nearly so well.
I just felt all the air rush out of the room. A dry wedding? 
:eek: :eek:
I don’t drink often or much, but that is just…wrong.
I like weddings too, though. Other people’s weddings. I’m in no goddam hurry to have my own.
I like weddings.
Maybe I’m lucky, but all the ones I’ve been to recently have been a really great person who loved another really great person and they are promising to love and support each other through life. I think that’s cool to watch. Plus, because they have been great people, they’ve had great friends and family members, so even when I haven’t known a ton of people there, the people I’ve met have been fun to spend an afternoon or evening talking and celebrating with.
Ever heard the song “I love to cry at weddings.” I do.
Depends.
If I’m treated as a guest, I like them. I’m placed at a table with people I can have a nice time with, get to meet or remeet some folks, get to have good food, it’s cool.
But if I’m treated as free hired help, I hate it. The last time I attended a wedding, I RSVP’d with a condition: “I’ll stay if I’m not treated as my mother’s live-in-partner and sat at a table where she’s the second-youngest person. Cousins tables, yes, ancient drunkards no. If the only room left is at a geriatric table, please let me know and I’ll just drop Mom off.” There is No Fucking Reason why, with room left at Cousins and Friends tables I should be stuck in a table with my mother, an aunt, her idiot of a husband and two couples where the husbands are friends of my idiot uncle and one is an even worse idiot than uncle.
I didn’t even want to go to my own.
Come to think of it, I haven’t been to anyone’s wedding since Hector was a pup. Yay me!
I hate weddings. Bunch of religious twaddle with everyone dressed up and feeling miserable.
I’m going to have to put up with one more, though, because one of these days, Lady A is going to wait to marry someone. I’ll grit my teeth and endure it for her sake, but I’d prefer to pay for her and whoever to fly to Vegas and get it done by the Elvis impersonator.
Weddings for me are like any social event - it all depends on who’s there and how much free booze there is.
There’s only three ingredients that really matter in a good wedding: food, booze, and music. Come to think of it, even the food can be mediocre as long as I can get drunk and dance. I wish more couples focused on these things instead of worrying about aisle runners, flowers and out of town gift bags. No one cares.
For the most part, I love them. I’ve been to a few that sucked, but that’s the case with anything, right? For me, weddings usually involve going out of town and seeing people I like but don’t get to see very often. I don’t care much about drinking, and I’m certainly not going to be out on the dance floor, but I love the opportunity to hang out with old friends.
Ouch…if anything’s squelching my desire to get married, this thread is! I’m paranoid enough that the guests all hate being there at a normal party.
Just keep things short and sweet (I’ve seen weddings that were done and over in a half hour) for the ceremony itself. If anyone has any suggestions fo rthe reception though, lemme know! I still have time to change things (except the free beer thing 
There’ll be a bar, but it won’t be free–open bars aren’t common where I’m from anyways)
I love weddings. I like the pageantry, the booze, the dancing, the expressions of love, the whole shebang. Hell, I’ll even hold the barf bucket for Diogenes during the couple’s exchange of vows.
There are definitely some weddings that are better than others, but I’m having trouble thinking of one where I didn’t have any fun at all.
Weddings suck. I have never like weddings. They’re full of pomp and ceremony and are as boring as funerals. In fact funerals can be even better because you don’t have to pretend to smile and enjoy yourself.
I love weddings - any excuse to wear a hat and I’m there! 
VCNJ~
We’re not having a wedding. We’re going to throw a little BBQ party one weekend when most of our friends will be up at camp with us anyway, have a little ceremony, and then get back to living right then.
It’s all about the marriage anyway.
I’ve never cared for weddings, but I’d like to say a few words in defense of brides, since I’ve gone through all that nonsense yesterday.
You see, I think for most of brides, the wedding is the biggest shindig we’ve thrown in our lives and there are all sorts of people telling what you jhave to do to have a proper wedding. It isn’t just things like people telling you you have to have favors (we didn’t) or your photographer telling you what shots he has to get (we told him he didn’t). It’s finding out after you’ve put the guest list together that, because you invited A, you also have to invite B, C, and D and their families, even though they haven’t spoken to you for years and didn’t invite you to their family’s last big shindig (we did do that; they didn’t come and we looked good for inviting them). It’s sort of a weird contradiction. On the one hand, the bride is constantly told it’s her day and she can do what she wants, but there’s a whole industry out there pushing things she may not necessarily want on her. I managed my wedding with a minimum of stress, but I’m over 40, stubborn, and eccentric and my family tends to be reasonable. Someone who’s in her early 20s who’s under a lot of pressure from her family to do things just so even if that’s the way she hates doing them is going to find it a lot tougher, especially if she’s used to pleasing people rather than standing up to them.
30 minutes is short? Our ceremony was 15 minutes, tops. No wonder people loved our wedding. 
I like weddings, even dry ones. It’s a chance to dress up and see people, see love re-affirmed, sniffle a little. All good stuff.
I’ve only been to, let’s see, nine weddings in my life (including my own) and four of them (including my own) are standout positive happy wonderful memories. Only one of them was actively unpleasant… and that’s the only one whose marriage has since ended in divorce. And she was a bridezilla. And she lied to my face at the reception. Pleh.
Seriously, though, all the weddings I’ve been to in the last five years have been fantastic – not overtly religious, not generic; basically very very fun parties.
Ours clocked in at 12 minutes exactly, and was broadcast via webcam so that our friends and family could watch on the Internet.
Viva Las Vegas!
That’s exactly what we did. BBQ party at my in-laws’ farm, briefly interrupted by a ten minute ceremony. People were very happy with that. The shorter the ceremony, the more grateful the guests will be.
I like to say that that a wedding day is the least important day of a marriage.
My wedding reception was dry.
Booze wouldn’t have helped, we divorced in 4 years.