The few times I ever imagined my future wedding as I grew up in suburban north Texas, I imagined it taking place in the church I was raised in, the altar strewn with pretty flowers and the minister who baptized as a child me officiating. This vague idea of what my wedding might be like never quite left me, even as I left organized religion as a young adult. Weddings were a church thing. Churches have ministers. Ministers do weddings. Seemed pretty simple.
But as I attended more and more church weddings as an adult, the more I realized that there would be no way I could have one of my own: it’s not exactly fair to ask a Christian minister to, you know, leave all those Jesus-y parts out. They do tend to like to get in a bit of that where they can.
My husband, Patrick, was raised Catholic. I was a Methodist. While we both spent our youth as devout practitioners of our respective faiths, we don’t currently attend church and don’t have any plans to. We are happily lapsed, though we both look fondly back on our days as Bible-beating teenagers. I, for one, credit the church for giving me moral guidance and an amazing social circle when I was in school. I’d do it the same way all over again. But it’s not who I am or what I believe today. Keep reading »
Minutes before I walked down the aisle, one of my persons-of-distinction, Trenton, pulled a bunch of multi-colored plastic Tiki goblets from a sack, busted open a bottle of cheap champagne from a cooler, and measured out five healthy pours for the five of us in the little dressing room. Most of my pre-wedding moments are lost in a blur of being late to the venue, jumping into my dress and checking my makeup, but I remember that Tiki toast like it was yesterday.
That moment of support and solidarity is what I always imagined a wedding party is for — not to be put-upon recruits in the business of folding silverware (though our folks cheerfully took on this and many other tasks in turning a Dallas rock club into a wedding venue) but to be touchstones in a stressful and joyful and momentous time.
I had four party-persons stand with me on my wedding day, and looking back, I absolutely wouldn’t have had it any other way. Because of my mixed-gender group— Patrick’s side was similarly mixed — we deemed these (very good looking, if I may say so) folks our persons-of-honor-and-distinction, rather than bridesmaids and groomsmen. They are our favorite people. Keep reading »
What is UP with dudes these days? First there was Alexey Bykov, the guy who pretended to die in a car crash in order to make his girlfriend realize how she can’t live without him (really, really). Now there comes the story of Ryan Thompson, a guy who pretended that the small plane he was flying was going to crash in order to propose to his girlfriend Carlie Kennedy. He planted the proposal in a flight checklist, and while pretending that the plane was going down, he asked her to read from the checklist. Despite the elaborate and terrifying ruse, she accepted (they always do, don’t they?)
Last Friday night, Patrick and I took a break from drinking beers and talking smack about Mitt Romney to befriend two couples who happened by our neighborhood bar. They needed a place to sit; we offered to share our table. And as many newly engaged couples are, all four of them were a little bit … glowy. It was incredibly fun to hear about their wedding plans — we even may have talked one pair into holding a karaoke reception. But it also got me thinking about what I wish I’d known when “We’re getting married!” suddenly became a thing that was happening to me. Keep reading »
Weeks from welcoming her first child, Adele was glowing as she patted her baby bump recently in London, England. Life & Style shares the first photo of the singer since her pregnancy announcement in June.
The mom-to-be, 24, and beau Simon Konecki enjoyed a quiet dinner at Eight Over Eight and window-shopping at Fulham Road’s antiques shops and bookstores.
“Adele was relaxed and calm, and she and Simon looked really great together,” an eyewitness tells the mag. “She seemed very, very happy. She absolutely does have a pregnancy glow.” Read more …
Was your wedding not sexy enough? Did your nuptials not properly convey how utterly hot and sensual your relationship really is? Then maybe you should invest in some “morning after” wedding photography. Taken hours or days after a couple gets married, this new exhibitionist trend is aimed at showing how spicy new marriage can be. Keep reading »
Okay, not really, but this is how we imagine the newly engaged couple – ChAvril LaKroeger, as we’re calling them – will dress for the big day. Him in a custom Justin Timberlake-inspired Canadian Tuxedo, and her in full Ed Hardy regalia. It’s a match made in tacky!
Drew met Chelsea when his band, Drew and the Medicinal Pen, came through Perth, Australia. Chelsea wasn’t supposed to be working that night, and she had just broken up with a long-term boyfriend that day, but the connection between the two was clear. After years of writing letters and swapping tapes, Chelsea moved to Brooklyn to be with Drew. And earlier this summer, Drew risked death to write a graffiti proposal to Chelsea on a billboard overlooking the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. To find out what she said, and how it all went down, you need to listen to New York Stories’ awesome radio tale. [Mary E. Harris]
A new world record was set and plenty of cash was raised for the Humane Society of New York at a high-society canine wedding last night. The bride was a Coton de Tuléar named Baby Hope Diamond and the groom was a formerly stray poodle called Chilly Pasternak. A Guinness Book of World Records adjudicator was on hand to certify that the extravaganza, which used around $158,000 in donated luxury goods and services, was the most expensive pet wedding ever, the AP reports. The old record was set by a $16,000 cat wedding in Thailand in 1996. Read more …