Some dramafied episode will happen. It just will. I've seen fistfights that ended the dancing part and major b*tchery between the bride's newer friends and older ones. I've seen food throwing between divorced parents of the bride.
You're literally paying for your wedding reception by the minute. Did you mean to waste 15 minutes of reception dance time later so your friends could do silly dances as they entered the party (for the second time)?
There is a fine line between holding onto items for sentimental reason and because you deserve a spot on the season premiere of Hoarders. Similarly, between real tradition and yet another excuse for excess.
Whether it's something old, new, borrowed, or blue, for many brides, tradition is the foundation upon which the wedding of her dreams is built. No bride is the same and no culture celebrates the same traditions.
We don't need to show people we're in a committed relationship by some ring, but rather by the way he rests his hand on my back in line at the theater without thinking, or the way we automatically put the armrest up between our airplane seats.
Everyone's got a know-it-all in the family: the uncle who spits out World Series stats at the drop of a hat, the sister who can list all the James Bond flicks in reverse chronological order, the reptile-enthusiast cousin. We're proud to be your wedding equivalent.
We can thank our ancestors for conceiving and preserving these memorable moments. But what about wedding traditions that were handed down, generation to generation, only to eventually segue into oblivion? Why didn't they stick?
He says I still have that new bride smell. That man I exchanged I do's with almost 26 years ago... the man I promised to love and to cherish, to honor and cook for, and to continue to laugh at his potty humor until death do us part.