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This Just In -- Dry Weddings Make People Angry {Lemondrop}

Aug 11th 2010 5:33PM If you missed the point, the entire day had nothing to do with our friends, but only the strangers who raised them.

They wanted to at least have a cash bar, but were told no. They were pressured into a religious ceremony. Their friends were publicly humiliated for political reasons, and they agreed with us all to the extent that they left their own reception to come to our hotel and party the night away.

The only one who was neglecting to celebrate with the couple was their family.

It only relates to this conversation because amongst my friends, the only way I could see a dry wedding occurring was if something like this were to re-occur. If i went to the wedding of a couple who didn't drink, I wouldn't expect to drink.

And, to be honest, I'd be much more likely to go to a funeral with a kegger. When one of our good friends Jamie was killed by a drunk driver, granted we made a quick appearance at the actual funeral, but only for ten minutes or so. We also rented out a bar and had a giant celebration for our lost friend, and had about fifty or sixty attendees. Jamie's mom and dad stopped by to listen to the speeches. It was great.

So yes, a kegger at a funeral sounds incredible.

This Just In -- Dry Weddings Make People Angry {Lemondrop}

Aug 11th 2010 5:00PM The most frustrated I've ever been was when two friends of mine from University were getting married, and our rather large circle piled into three large vehicles to travel across Ontario to celebrate with them. We hadn't received a lot of information about the wedding beforehand, or if we did, we unconsciously disregarded it.

We knew our friends very well, having lived with them for five years, and were expecting a fairly laid back non-denominational ceremony, followed by a great party. We knew that there would be a fair amount of family there, but we figured we had our own two tables, there were almost twenty of us, and we'd have fun.

Imagine our surprise when we showed up, improperly dressed, at what turned out to be a catholic church. The two getting married were the furthest from religious as could be.

So we sat through the nonsense, thinking 'well, this is for the family, we'll have fun tonight', and tried to ignore all of the 'christians' looking us up and down for not dressing the part.

When the priest started in on the evils of homosexuality, we were about to explode. The best man was gay, for Christ sakes. So we quietly left the ceremony early and walked around the park for a couple of hours, waiting for the party to start.

The reception was being held at the family farm. We got there, opened up the back of one of the vans, and each grabbed a beer while we waited in the parking lot for the family to show up. The first person who turned up was the Father of the Bride, who walked right over to us, told us to put the alcohol away, as this was a spiritual place. (The farm turned out to double as a community meeting ground for the local church group.) This did not bode well.

It turned out that, not only was there no bar, but we were unwelcome to bring our own drinks to dinner or even consume them in the parking lot. He also made a comment about being well dressed in the house of God.

When we got a chance, we went up to our friends. We were disturbed - they are both avowed atheists, both drink, had picked a gay man for their best man, and had invited us across Ontario without warning us that a) the service would be in a church, b) that it was a dry ceremony, c) that BOTH sides of the family were judgmental when it came to differences in others.

Then it turned out that neither of their parents were aware that there was a gay man in the wedding party.

We tried to be nice. We tried to stay. We got just past dinner when the father of the groom stood up to make his speech. He started out nice, and then began making comments that sounded similar to those of the priest earlier in the day, that 'marriage should be about God', that 'government should have no place in marriages'... etc. AND we had no booze. So around that point, right in the middle of his speech, the twenty of us got up and left. And we weren't quiet about it. It must have been humiliating to see your own best man leave in the middle of dinner during a speech made by your father, but I assure you it was nowhere near as humiliating as what that poor man had to go through listening to such garbage.

We left the party, exchanging some harsh words with the bigot priest on the way out, although we tried to stay cool.

We went back to our Hotel and broke open the booze. Less than an hour and a half later we were joined by the bride and groom, and the rest of the night we got smashed.

They apologized to us, and we said it wasn't necessary. We sent our condolences that their special day had been completely stolen from them by their parents.
And we drank and drank and drank until well after sunrise. Then we went to a small breakfast joint, completely smashed, and it was just the best time.

If we had been served some drinks at dinner, it would have been a lot easier to stay calm and make our exit with better timing. The lack of drink meant that we felt the terrible nature of this wedding hard and cold.