We Are Family?
In the receiving line I met some of the groom’s family who were visiting from the Ukraine. They were all smiling and happy until I enthusiastically proclaimed to them that my wife’s family is of Russian descent. Suddenly they all quit smiling and started scowling. I don’t think they were picking up what I was putin’ down, or maybe they were.
|Was that wrong? Should I not have done that?|
I am certainly glad that we sat the Russians and the Ukrainians at opposite ends of the reception hall or we may have witnessed some world tensions close up. On a totally unrelated note, the bartender told me that this was the earliest they had ever run out of Vodka! (Ba Ching, Father of the Bride, Ba Ching!). Was that wrong? Should I not have done that?
The Coin Toss
During rehearsal I had an idea to toss some coins in the lake as I walked my daughter across the bridge during the ceremony. This of course would be for good luck in the marriage. The problem is this would constitute a severe breach of wedding etiquette since all attention is supposed to be totally focused on the bride during the walk.
But I found a technicality; I reasoned that since this was such a long walk (started at the side and involved 4 turns) that the bridge was in fact a “neutral zone” and tossing the coins would not be a “neutral zone violation”. So I made a plan to do this, but kept it a secret.
Of course at the very second I decided to toss the coins high in the air over the lake, my daughter sticks her shoe heel right between the slats in the bridge. (My timing has always been impeccable) When she desperately needed my help, instead
doing my job I am distracted by doing something goofy. For some unknown
reason, she was not very pleased by this “surprise”. Perhaps I should have told
her of my plan beforehand. Was that wrong?
Should I not have done that?
|Seconds before the coin toss!|
Nothing Goofy To See Here
Near the end of the evening my family was sitting together at a table when my mother-in-law proclaimed, “Donald Ake, I am so proud of you. I thought you were going to do something goofy during the ceremony, but you didn’t!” She had obviously missed the coin toss incident. After the laughter stopped, I had to describe the uncouth act in great detail as she stared at me in disbelief. This was way more uncomfortable than if she had actually witnessed it. Was that wrong? Should I not have done that?
I Have A Big Butt And I Cannot Lie
During the after-dinner festivities I had a plan to very discretely slither over to deejay Colin and request the signature song of this blog “Baby Got Back”, the song that has made this blog famous worldwide. I told my friend Freddie about my plan and he thought it was a swell idea, which should have been my first clue not to do it. Most of the time I got in trouble as a youth, Freddie was somehow involved.
So I snuck around the back of the dance floor and asked deejay Colin, “You got Baby Got Back on that thing?” He nodded. I said “I signed your check.” He said, “You got it”. With that I quickly retreated back to the table where Freddie and I engaged in a Beavis and Butthead type laugh.
After the song ended, deejay Colin announced: “We have a request from Don Ake, father of the bride (whoops there went my anonymity, he knew my name from introducing me earlier) he wants to hear “Baby Got Back” (a little more embarrassment please). And I have one rule: if you request a song, you have to get out on the floor and dance to it.” And with that, he pushed the button.
|I have none of these moves!|
Baby Got Backfire! I looked incredulous at Freddie. He laughed hysterically and pointed to the dance floor. So I headed out to use my moves like Jaeger and hoped no video cameras were running. Really, because I didn’t know what to do on the chorus so I bent over and slapped my butt cheeks. I am a big ass and I cannot lie. When I returned to the table my friends were red-faced and gasping for air. Was that wrong? Should I not have done that?
Playing “Baby Got Back” had the surprising effect of “loosening” up the young ladies on the dance floor and the “dirty dancing” part of the evening began. My friends (who were seated next to the dance floor) took great interest in this occurrence. Freddie exclaimed, “If we danced like that when we were in school, I would have gotten pregnant!” One young woman in a clingy, strapless, top danced very vigorously and my friend Al kept waiting for her top to fall as one might wait for the ball to drop on New Year’s Eve. But alas, the spandex of today is much stronger than the elastic of yesteryear and the top held firm, very firm. I just hope that no one actually ended up getting pregnant as a result of my song request. Was that wrong? Should I not have done that?
(This mercifully concludes the Wedding Chronicles)