My wedding in a few months is on a Saturday, starts at 4:30 and is immediately followed by the reception which is in the same building as the ceremony, I never understood why some people have a 4 to 6 hour wait in between. Fuck that noise. My cousins wedding on the other hand is on a friday at 12, reception at 7 with the reception being 45 minutes in the opposite direction.
I graduated from college 20 years ago (yay, old people!) and was a groomsman in a bunch of weddings over about a 4 year period. Then, nothing for a loooong time. I'm going to be a groomsman again in about a month and a half (better late than never, buddy!), and I can tell you this right now: at ANY of those weddings, if we had had that much time in between, the entire wedding party would've been knee-walking drunk by reception time.
For pictures. You know, wear heavy suits and go out in the 105 degree sun and try not to sweat to death for 2 hours. Then we pre-drank with the bridal party in our suite while trying to determine how bad of a tux pit stain will show when we finally dry out. YEEEAHHHHH summer wedding.
How about option c? You tell us where the reception is, and all the TiB folks schedule a meet up there - FREE DRINKS! w00t!
I have yet to attend a wedding that didn't hold the reception at the same venue immediately after the ceremony. And the super traditional wedding that held wedding party photos after the ceremony provided the guests with booze and hors d'oeuvres for that 45 minutes. If the situation caused me that much grief and the couple and I hadn't spoken in any depth for months or years, I'd even be inclined to skip the entire thing to avoid having to give a gift (because, as Pinkcup said before, it seems that every person I've ever held a conversation with is getting married and inviting me, and the fact that we had developmental biology together 4 years ago doesn't make me feel obligated to get them a set of glassware from Pottery Barn). I dislike the pomp and circumstance of a lot of weddings, and they always serve shitty beer. Open bar means nothing to me if all you're serving is Bud Light (or Heineken for the fancy folk). That being said, the Southerner in me says to go with option 1, because unless they're close friends, I can't imagine telling them I'm only coming for the reception and prior notification is the only way attending the reception alone would be an acceptable action. Even though they're still getting a stupidly expensive gift they probably don't need. Whomever suggested spending the down time having sex somewhere was on the right track.
Yup, it's in Charleston SC, first week of August. Destination wedding for the.....Fail? Only reason I am going is because I live less than 3 hours away.
Not going to the wedding is so lame and incredibly tacky. It's saying, "hey, we'll drink your free liquor and eat your free food and enjoy some free live music and dance all night but we really don't care about you and your mate. We just want to party." Seriously, people. The point is the wedding, not the reception. That's why when you get your invitation, it reads "wedding" and not "really expensive party." I don't really care if you like church or don't like church or like the actual part of the wedding. It's a privilege to be invited and thought of. Treat it accordingly and with some respect. Sometimes the jadedness of this board really shocks me. Or perhaps it's just my fireball hangover. Regardless...tacky, tacky, tacky. Anyone else crave sushi when they're terribly hungover? I'm fighting the urge to order 70 bucks worth, I'm so hurting today.
Isn't hang over food weird? No sushi for me. I only want greasy stuff when I'm hung over...like today. Seriously, did everyone get shit housed last night? My whole office is shuffling around like zombies. Anyway, today I wanted french fries. That's all. The mere thought of eating anything else makes me worry that I'd throw up Lake Superior. Because I'm pretty sure that's about how much I drank...
If I really wanted to trigger heaving, that'd do the trick. I tried a few different rolls on my date with my girlfriend at a Japanese restaurant in town last weekend (Fuji Ya). I gave it an honest shot and still think it's over-rated, but then again I haven't had the stuff that is more chunks of fish than cold rice with bland stuff inside. A great burger at Culver's did my mild hangover in today.
The Old Lady just asked me how much stamps cost and how many she would need to send 55 invitations, to think that in 4 months she will be shaping young minds through public education scares me.
Good ginger and wasabi make a huge difference, but I agree that it's overrated. It's "in" now is all. Sushi places are popping up like dandelions around these parts.
Sounds like a very cutting edge part of the country you live in....sushi, oooooh! Here's a tip then: in a few years, invest in food trucks, PBR distribution and comfort food joints.
VACATION, BITCHES!!! I am off for nine days. Heading up for our annual cottage trip on Monday to Sauble. REALLY fucking looking forward to it. A nice drink-beer-all-the-time-every-day-on-the-deck vacation. Y'know.
A lot of it has to do with how soon you book your officiant. If the person marrying you had someone call them up and book a wedding for 4:00 pm and you call after them, you have to take the shit time. Most of the time, the weddings that have the long breaks are the ones with short engagements, poor planning, or someone dead set on having X date with X officiant and no room for flexibility.
Mine was eleven. SCOREBOARD!!!!!! And as for open bars, speaking as a guy who has seen over 150 weddings, even if they serve shitty beer, there is an overwhelming percentage of better times at weddings with open bars. People dirnk and be merry, and usually dance all night. Since most places charge over $5 for a domestic fucking beer around here, people LOOOOOOVES an open bar.
The only time I ever missed a wedding and only went to the reception was when a distant cousin who I'm actually good friends with was getting married the same day as a jiu jitsu tournament. I was the only one from my school participating, so basically for about a month everyone had been helping me get ready before my dumb ass put two and two together and realized the dates were the same. He was thankfully fine with it, and I got to go to the reception with a wrenched back (hurray for trying to get out of half guard!) and a nice scratch on my face.
I feel like this year we have had a lack of cottage talk. Last summer every other conadian post was "Going to cottage" "How was cottage?" And the word "the" was not used nearly enough.
I'm heading out to drink, then go see Five Finger Death Punch. I will be in pain tomorrow. Thankfully I only work for two hours tomorrow afternoon, and I don't have to be nice to anyone.