Thursday, November 30, 2006

On Weddings...

I have never been a wedding kind of person. I grew up with the firm belief that marriage was a way for blokes to get a very cheap housekeeper and nanny (for them, not the children) and was determined from a young age that fate would hold more for me than that. Clearly I was not a romantic child: no dream of a knight in shining armour for me. (It came as something of a disappointment to discover that ‘living in sin’ - as The Mother calls it - is not the radical anti-marriage stance I youthfully envisaged but entails broadly the same domestic arrangements for most people.) And then I met the man who persuaded me to actually marry him, and I have to confess that our wedding day was a hoot. Since then I have been hooked. I am the perfect wedding guest: I cry at the ceremony, I can bore the pants off strangers at my table, I laugh like a drain at the Best Man’s jokes and dance like a deranged child at the crappy 70’s disco. I can even be persuaded, with enough champagne, to have a blazing row with the groom’s sexist mates and be sick in the toilet. I think my superior talents as a wedding guest must be well known, as this weekend I am going to the wedding of someone whom I have met only twice before. The fact that I will not know a single soul should, I think, give me permission to make an even bigger fool of myself than usual. I really can’t wait.

5 comments:

Ms Melancholy said...

You are too kind, Clare. The wedding was lots of fun, despite the fact that I strained a muscle in my back contorting myself into those damn Magic Knickers. I blame Trinny and Suzanna.

City Slicker said...

Ho was it? Oh, and like the blog :-)
Just found you for the first time today.

Rachel said...

I do like this blog. You like many of the same things as me. Radio 4, To Kill a Mocking Bird, blogging, weddings...

Ms Melancholy said...
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Ms Melancholy said...

Thank you so much for your kind words, fellow bloggers. The wedding was an experience, and may get its own post at some point. I went as a 'single woman' ie guest of my sister, husband absent, and had forgotten how weddings seem to make some people want to copulate rather compulsively. In case my husband is reading this, I want to be clear that I refrained, but it is a very funny story indeed.