Tink's Pixieduster
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Trash or redneck; not much difference no matter how you look at it in this case. I went with the brother of the bride. No matter how much I liked my DBF at the time, I should have known better than to go to this wedding.
The event: second wedding for both bride and groom
The location: grassy area outside an Elks lodge
The groom: dressed in a camel-colored polyester suit left over from the 70s (retro was not done on purpose as a fashion statement), a clean shirt (thank God for small favors), beat-up black biker boots with chains
The bride: decent but nothing special off-the-rack floor length lavender dress with empire waist to accommodate a 6-month pregnancy
The minister: biker dude with 3 days growth of beard (which was apparently clean shaven for him), wearing black jeans, more beat-up biker boots with chains, black t-shirt with some bands name on it and a black leather biker's vest with heavy silver chains (I think these were his dress chains, and yeah, this guy was licensed to perform weddings in our state), oh, and a mullet.
Parents of the groom: more bikers (black t-shirts with logos, black jeans, yada, yada both mom and dad)
Parents of the bride: absent
Family of the groom: more bikers, mullets gone wild
The reception: inside the Elks lodge, some food picked up from local grocery store and still in its wrappers or plastic container (acceptable considering everything else) and some prepared by the grooms family (didnt know what some of it was so it was not touched considering the apparent lifestyle of the grooms family).
Single event that nailed the red-neck label if nothing else did: The groom popped a set of plastic crooked buck teeth into his mouth to repeat his vows. The bride was not amused, but she did nothing to stop it (such as running for the hills before she said I do).
ETA: The DBF I went to the wedding with and I parted ways not long after this oh-so-special wedding.
The event: second wedding for both bride and groom
The location: grassy area outside an Elks lodge
The groom: dressed in a camel-colored polyester suit left over from the 70s (retro was not done on purpose as a fashion statement), a clean shirt (thank God for small favors), beat-up black biker boots with chains
The bride: decent but nothing special off-the-rack floor length lavender dress with empire waist to accommodate a 6-month pregnancy
The minister: biker dude with 3 days growth of beard (which was apparently clean shaven for him), wearing black jeans, more beat-up biker boots with chains, black t-shirt with some bands name on it and a black leather biker's vest with heavy silver chains (I think these were his dress chains, and yeah, this guy was licensed to perform weddings in our state), oh, and a mullet.
Parents of the groom: more bikers (black t-shirts with logos, black jeans, yada, yada both mom and dad)
Parents of the bride: absent
Family of the groom: more bikers, mullets gone wild
The reception: inside the Elks lodge, some food picked up from local grocery store and still in its wrappers or plastic container (acceptable considering everything else) and some prepared by the grooms family (didnt know what some of it was so it was not touched considering the apparent lifestyle of the grooms family).
Single event that nailed the red-neck label if nothing else did: The groom popped a set of plastic crooked buck teeth into his mouth to repeat his vows. The bride was not amused, but she did nothing to stop it (such as running for the hills before she said I do).
ETA: The DBF I went to the wedding with and I parted ways not long after this oh-so-special wedding.