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From the guest’s point of view

I have been to more weddings in the last calendar year than in the previous five years combined.  They have either been young folks; children of friends, getting on the carousel for the first time, or dear friends getting back up on the horse for another try.

I, of course, was one of them and being that I’m an old, experience, been-around-the-block-already bride, not some nuptial n00b who’s “Been dreaming about this day since I was little.”, and when I hear that, all I have to say is “Wow”.  I had no idea that you two had known each other that long.  Oh.  You haven’t?  I get it, we already know it’s all about you, not the two of you or your impending commitment.  What is wrong with these young women?

Oh, I know, nowadays it’s about the excessive pageantry and how much money you can either guilt your parents to blow out of their 401k or how much debt you intend to rack up because that’s the perfect platform on which to launch a lifetime of love and happiness.  No thanks.  The older I get the more I’d rather see digits on the bank statement then stuff I have to take care of.  So now I get to make some comments with my cranky pants on because this is my blog and I’ll do as I darn well please.  Yes Ma’am.

Tip #1:  If you must speak of it, speak well.

It’s your wedding.  Do what you want.  Don’t do what you don’t want to do.  Especially don’t whine or complain on Twitter or Facebook.  In the event that your guests are also your social media pals, it’s really nerve wracking for us, who then anticipate the horror that you are making this event out to be.  If your wedding planning is turning into a nightmare, then cancel it and go to City Hall.  You won’t get quite the haul of loot, but I for one would then send a gift anyway in gratitude just to not have to see your willyjabbering updates.

Tip #2:  Have a reasonable number of attendants.

Here in the great state of the mighty MO, each Marriage License must be witnessed by two people.  That is an indication of how many attendants you really need.  Blame for over staffing the Altar goes both ways.  Either a sweet Bride that doesn’t want anyone upset and says yes to everyone who says “Oh!  I want to be in the wedding!”  Well, that’s nice.  You will be in the wedding.  As a guest.  How about that?

The flip side is the ridiculousness of this Bridemaids Fail.  Eighty maids of Honor?  Are you shitting me?  If you know 80 females that will be butt hurt if you don’t ask them to be part of the wedding party, then you need about 78 new friends.  Talk about peer pressure.  Which one of these girls and/or their parents could say ‘no’ and be the only one left out?  Is the Bride so vain that she needs the equivalent of the cast of a Broadway show to feel special?  I’m guessing yes.

The old rule of thumb still applies;  After the Best Man and the Maid of Honor, one additional attendant on each side per fifty guests.  Besides, if you really knew the origins for attendants at weddings, you wouldn’t have any.

Tip #3:  Behave during the ceremony.

You are on the altar of a church.  Act like it.  You and your beloved are standing up before God and all declaring your intention of maintaining a lifelong commitment to each other.  Pay attention to the Officiant FFS.  It’s aggravating to your guests when they are trying to pay attention and you are being disrespectful to the Preacher who spent his time preparing for your ceremony when you lean in, giggling and talking to each other instead of focusing on what you are doing!

As far as that goes, don’t get too cute departing either.  It will most likely not appear to your guests as cute as you thought it would in your head. Remember, you are still in a Church, people.  You trying to twerk or your newly minted husband donning sunglasses and throwing gang signs as you exit the altar just makes people think, “OMG, these two are way too immature to be getting married.”

Tip #4:  Skip the “Wedding favor”

Seriously, we don’t need a wedding favor.  I won’t plant the seed packet you give me, or use the single initialed and dated plastic flute you filled with colorful confetti and that monogrammed package of tissues that you found at Hobby Lobby and used your weekly 40% off coupon; it will go in the back of a drawer to be tossed sometime in the next ten years.  You send thank you notes afterwards for a reason.  We don’t need a prize for showing up to eat your food and drink your booze.  Give me a decent meal and some cake.  That’s all I ask.

Tip #5:  And speaking of the food.

That’s what I’ll remember.  I won’t remember your handwritten vows that you agonized over because even with the Pastor ‘miced up’, I can barely hear what you said anyway.  I won’t remember your bouquet or shoes, what the Maids wore (unless it was especially horrific), whether you had an aisle runner, what the DJ played or your centerpieces.

I will remember what you did or did not serve at the reception.  Doesn’t need to be fancy.  Actually, please keep it simple, fancy almost always turns out poorly.  I don’t care who you are, when you are cooking for 100+, at least one batch is not going to turn out right.  If the scallops on my plate are tough, the lobster rubbery or the beef is underdone, the caterer was in over their head and you’ve paid for bad food.  No refunds.  Boo!

One of the best receptions I attended this year was catered by a local grocery store and knowing the Bride’s father like I do, I know he didn’t go over $10 a head.  I will remember that pork loin for a long time, it was delicious.  Keep it simple and pick something that’s hard to mess up.

The last word on food is have a cake.  I’m not joking.  I go to a wedding and I expect a good white cake.  I don’t want a cupcake that I have to scrape most of the frosting off in order to eat it.  I’m all about getting a very nice two-tier cake for show; cut the bottom layer for the bride and groom and family, save the top to eat all freezer burnt next year.  I’m 100% okay with having a good sheet cake cut and served next to the fancy one.  Don’t serve a cookie buffet instead either.  That’s just tacky and everyone knows you did it to because you didn’t budget well and spent too much elsewhere.  Let us eat cake!

TIp #6: Greet your guests.

Yes, each and every one.  I don’t know how this bit of etiquette got lost, but it’s just rude if you don’t and no, the receiving line does NOT count.  I agree that this is a party and everyone, including the Bride and Groom should have a good time, but when I see you both getting a head start on getting hammered in a little clique with your friends instead of circulating among your guests between the toasts and the first dance, it really gets my panties in a knot.

Respect the fact that people who had better things to do have given up a substantial part of their day to celebrate with you.  Show them that you give a rats behind by saying hello and thanking them personally.  Go table to table early, as soon as you finish your meal and spending just a minute or two on the 8-10 people seated at each table and you will cover your butt.   Ten tables at two minutes each is twenty minutes, you can do this!  Your Great Aunt Mable, Cousin Alfred and his family will appreciate it.

Tip #7: Don’t disappear.

Grandpa’s second cousin may need to leave early because his oxygen tank is running out, so be visible and available until most of the older, and by older I mean anyone over 40 or with small children, have left.

I understand a bathroom break will take a few extra minutes for you, new Mrs., what with having to find someone to hold your dress and then wrestling your Spanx back up and making sure no part of your bustle or train hit the bowl or got tucked in anywhere inappropriate.  If your guests need to leave, they shouldn’t have to wait more than 10 minutes for you to reappear.  When you disappear and Junior is getting cranky because it’s past his bedtime and your guests can’t find you, we end up leaving anyway after thirty minutes of looking and then WE feel rude because we ghosted on you.  Not nice.

Finally, your wedding day is not a ‘me’ day, it’s an ‘us’ day.  ‘Us’ is you and your man.  ‘Us’ is you and your family.  ‘Us’ is you and your guests.  Only you can take the joy out of the day.  Don’t take yourself too seriously.  Remember, it’s a few hours out of one day of your entire life and things may or may not be perfect, but you’ll be the only one who knows whether it was or not.

Chicken Tortilla but not quite soup

If I went back to the 1950’s, smartphone in hand, and told my Mother that I had access to all the information in the entire world, but I mostly use the device to watch my bank accounts like a hawk and look up recipes, I’m pretty sure she’d whack me, call the police and get a lifetime supply of condoms for my Dad, just in case I wasn’t a lunatic and she’d just been blessed with the advance knowledge that her not-to-be-born-until-’63-daughter would never work to her full potential.

Yes, I get the e-mails from Ziplist and Pintrest and Bisquick and Allrecipes and Campbells with the new time-saving, budget friendly, quick weeknight dinner appeal.  Yesterday, I clicked on one; Campbell’s Chicken Tortilla Soup.  It looked wonderful and it’s 22° outside here.  At noon.  Seemed like a good fit for the evening meal.

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Chicken Tortilla Soup? Stew? Chili?

Quick run through the grocery after work to grab the stuff and home to throw it all in the crock pot, blast that baby on high and sit back and wait for deliciousness.  It was very, very good, just not as pretty as the picture on the box made it look.  Ugh.

It was more work too, because, please, I am not throwing raw-ass chicken in a slow cooker with a bunch of canned goods for only two hours.  I can’t afford to miss work for two days while the salmonella passes.   The taste was really good but it was definitely NOT soup.  The consistency was more chili.  Open a bag of Fritos and that was our meal.  No complaints from Mr. Man.  Not that we care if he did, just sayin’.

So I just reviewed the recipe and I’ll tweak it around next time to make it more of a soup and also to make a lot less of it!  One of my biggest pet peeves is the people that review a recipe telling you how they changed everything and now it’s better.  Really?  That would make it a different damn recipe now, wouldn’t it?

Enough for now.