Forever and a day
My dress would be a puffy cloud (showing a hint of leg).
The hearty guests would gaffaw loud, and bring a cider keg.
The reverand would be Mr. Spock. The bridesmaids would be toads.
The ring-bearer would flounce her frock along the gold-brick-roads.
The setting would be magic woods, without a bug in sight,
(Except for stick insects, of course, to give the mothers fright).
In lieu of doves, a cage of tiny dragons would be freed...
And through the trees I’d enter sight upon a flighted steed.
Gandalf grins, Chewbacca howls, Picard gives me away
To my groom; the one and only man I’ll ever love this way.
There are 2 ways I could have a wedding and be content with it.
1) My husband and I discreetly go to a courthouse with a witness or 2, probably his family or something, I'm not 100% how it works. We dress nice but not over the top fancy. Maybe him in nice jeans and a button down with his hair combed just the way we like it. We say our vows and sign the papers and I'll take his last name, unless he doesn't want me to, then he can take mine or we can hyphenate ours together or something. Then we go out to our favorite restuarant and celebrate our marriage alone and talk about whether we want to wait before we do a honeymoon or not or even if we have a honeymoon. Then a few weeks to a month later we have a party where we celebrate our marriage with some family and friends but nothing fancy and big. Like a small barbecue.
2) My husband and I get married in the Fall/early spring (Like February 28th) outside and we have a "legit" wedding where we have guests. We'd dress simple but elegant and maybe one or 2 bridesmaids and all but he'd have a say in it too (obviously). We'll invite our families and do a Celtic tradition called handfasting, I don't have the vows anymore but I can find them again. My dad might walk me down the aisle or maybe I'd walk alone, I think I'd walk alone. And I'd want to have it set up so I can get a picture of my husband's reaction when he sees me as well as all the guests'. For the party, there would be no alchol, not even fake alchol and we'd have pizza because pizza is fricking delicious (and I'm sure my future husband would think so ;)) and why the hell not, I'm on this earth for a good time! Then I'd dance with him and I'd so hope that the first song we dance to is our song and that the song that I walk down the aisle to is May I by Trading Yesterday or Beautiful in White by Shane Filan (I think that's the name of the artist) But I don't know. And our wedding cake will be chocolate (sorry baby, if you think that's a bad idea) and I will bake the cake because I love to bake. And then we'll play the cupid shuffle and all will be swell and then I will spend the rest of my life with the man I love.
Both are rather simple ideas, at least in my opinion.
You REALLY Shouldn’t Get Me Started...
I can’t say who my groom would be, or who I wish it would be...
But his tux would be white with a purple bow tie. The Best Man will wear a gray tux with of course, a purple bow tie. The Bridesmaids, most likely my sisters, would be wearing purple dresses with gray trimming. My mother will wear a full purple dress, almost matching mine. My father’s tux(Yes, I know I’d somehow force him into it) would be black with a purple bow tie.
I’d be married on a private island somewhere off the Mediteranian. I’d arrive in a carriage, walk down the sandy aisle, my father’s arm through mine, while all the guests “ahh” at my white gown, something out of a Fairy Tale. The rows made of marble white benches, with purple ribbons. My groom will be facing the Ordained, itching to turn around to look at me. But he will wait until my personally written song is done, then the ceremony will begin.
I won’t wear any make-up, what a wedding picture, the mascara lines down my face! When the rings are brought, I’ll give a perfect little gasp, the diamonds are more exquisite than he had promised. He’ll look in my eyes, proclaim his love, then I’ll have to control my urge to embrace him. The poem I’ll read to him will set everyone to tears.
The thousand dollar rowboat will sidle up to the island. And all the other girls will fight to catch the perfectly made bouqet of lavendar and purple flowers, that I will throw as my newly made husband will row us two away, to the awaiting cruiseship that marks the beginning of our Honeymoon.
The after party will be thrown, but without me or him. We’ll record our first dance, with the stars beaming from the ledges in the sky, a bottle of champagne next to the camera that sits off to the side, as we get lost in each other’s eyes.
Elvis and Go-Go Boots
My dream wedding growing up was one in Vegas with an Elvis impersonator officiating.
There were no guests in my vision whatsoever - just a two person show, the groom in a black leather jacket and jeans, the bride in a short skirt with white go=go boots. They'd ride off on a motorcycle into the Vegas skyline, with the blessings of The King and maybe $20 to their name.
Mayhaps my fears of commitment crept in early since what I envisioned seemed less like the beginning of a lifetime and more like a movie-themed weekend out?
It didn't go down that way in reality; it went down way nerdier with more mush and family, but I'm happy either way.
i can only dream of a world where
underneath the white veil your smile
stays even when you know i obsess
over the sugary taste of your lipstick
and how your eyes enchant my sky
of darkness like sparks meant to be
time stops as we live in the universe
that exists in the air you breathed
the way that afternoon like a black
and white movie you made me fall
for sunlight and small talks and you
and you made me believe in heaven
the ring carved with his initials and
a date years ago scratched me when
your fingers laid against my skin
left a scar that would never ever heal
Surronded by the people who cherish us, with him by my side. No flower bouquets, no bridesmaid. Somewhere near to sea. With lot of foods as much as anyone can. Without any fancy dressing, enjoying the my best day as I wish my everyday should be.
At least it looks beautiful
As a long-time wedding planner I know from my experience (and the numbers) that those who spend lots of money on a wedding will likely be divorced within seven years.
Let us remember the original purpose of a wedding. In prehistoric life, the idea that people would split into families was preposterous. Tribes needed to look after their own. Indeed, people lacked reproductive consciousness, not even associating intercourse with pregnancy in any kind of utilitarian manner until about three thousand years ago when we began to breed dogs. However, when the richest and most influential in a tribe wished to improve their status, they would seek to connect with those outside their immediate vicinity. Hence, marriage was born, a formalised ceremony to cement power and status.
The need to spend much on a wedding was a reflection of status: an expensive wedding demonstrated how physically and socially beneficial that marriage would be to both families (and their tribes). The cost of a wedding would be made up in the social capital it would give them.
Fortunately for my finances, many people spend an inordinate amount of money on their weddings now. Catering, an open bar, a generic venue with aesthetic traditions. I heard this year that old plantations are more in demand for weddings because of the spacious beauty of their grounds. Their echoes of torment from long-dead slaves might be apt, if somewhat distasteful, precursors for what is to come for some.
Of course there are always some couples for whom marriage is a thing of beauty. Those weddings are more about the family than the bride, a thanking of parents and a celebration of pride in someone’s heritage. In those celebrations any mistake or hitch becomes a source of mirth and a welcoming of collective resilience. Those ceremonies are the most meaningful ones to me, the only ones in which I felt privileged to have been a part.
But those do not pay the bills.
It’s sad to say, but I prefer bridezillas. Their whims are quickly met by an unrecalicant spouse, and enabled by an equally earnest mother. Upselling a wedding to these folks is easy, and often done on credit. I’m typing this on a Macbook Pro purchased by a zealous marriage completed only last Tuesday. The arguments were horrible and the wedding was ugly, but the computer it purchased for me is quite beautiful.
a wedding between Good and Evil
here on Earth
witnessed by every human being!
with a whole bouquet of flora
and rings of fire
very strong desire
for a lasting union
better or worse!
in sickness or health
till Death do its part
Heaven or Hell.
Dream Wedding challenge @TeddyBear9979
I’m a dude, so................................
My Dream Wedding Q & A:
Who would be the bride/groom?
Me and perhaps a lady or someone other than me
What would the colors be?
One of the 4 seasons is OK
How many guests?
Frank & Doug can come I guess. I don't think it's gonna happen though
How many grooms men and/or bridesmaids?
I don't get it. The Groomsmen were an old tyme barbershop quartet & Bridesmaids is a chick flick, so what's the question again
What traditions would you use?
Christmas & The 4th of July are kinda cool traditions. So those ones.
So, How much is this all gonna cost?