Went to a co-worker’s wedding today and felt like I virtually attended another one with how many updates I was seeing on my Facebook newsfeed.
As always, that gets me thinking about Shea’s and my own wedding nine and a half years ago.
Talking to some of the other guests at this most recent wedding made me realize how many unique elements our three weddings had.
- Three weddings – the legal one with a JP in our living room in Calgary, the real one on the beach in Mexico and the party one in Shea’s hometown for all the family and friends who couldn’t join us in Mexico
- Calgary’s cheapest JP (I called them all.)
- The reason she was the cheapest? She was twice divorced, a detail that came up post-ceremony over a glass of wine when my cousin and his girlfriend who stood up with me revealed they were both undergoing divorces of their own
- The “mawidge” monologue from “The Princess Bride” integrated into our own vows
- A topless woman lounging on the beach as we did our rehearsal walk-thru
- A first dance where the bride and groom immediately left the dance floor while all other couples stayed based on the length of their marriage
- A last dance song
- Tequila shots
- Cuban cigarillos that were mistaken for marijuana joints
- Bonus: Pipe bombs (don’t ask)