It's my party and I'll...

Douglas reports to me that he was chatting with a colleague yesterday, who just couldn't seem to comprehend the brand of nuptials we're planning.

"So how many people are in the wedding party?"

"Two. Kat and me."

"But who is going to be your best man?"

"Uh - no one. Just us."

"But who's Kat's maid of honor?"

"Well - she's having Mordred (our Irish Wolfhound) walk her down the aisle."

"Wait, what?!?! And your families are okay with this?!?"

Well, they've kinda gotta be. Heck - they're a big part of why we both ended up this way, so ideally, they'll deal. (Not to mention that we're paying for the whole shebang ourselves.) Douglas went on to explain that part of having a wee, 50-ish person wedding is that all of the guests then become the wedding party, but he was still met with head shakes and brow furrows.

Ah well - we get a lot of that. If nothing else, we will, of course, be serving up free cake (probably red velvet with black cream cheese icing), and very little bridges emotional and cultural divides quite so well as cake does. Especially when it's free.

Posted by Kat at July 27, 2006 11:28 PM