Journal macshune's Journal: My Friend's Big Fat Geek Wedding 3
I suppose I have a story of my own too. I had to go to a wedding once that was a mix of geek representatives from across the geek continuum. Some oldies, some newbies. Cosplayers, an R2-D2 ringbearer (poor kid!), off-season ren-fair workers and the obligatory contingent of Star Trekkies (among others). The wedding service was delivered simultaneously in:
Klingon
Elvish
Engrish
and Middle English for the few Medieval Studies majors that were in attendence. The Bride was a good attempt at Frankenstein's Bride and the Groom was some amalgam of Buck Rogers, Doctor Who and Obi-Wan Kenobi (although, judging by his neck hair, he should have been a Wookie!). I suppose if you are going to get married and only get married once (like we all should), pick the best things, right?
Anyhow, the ceremony was fairly short and the costume jewelry was joyfully exchanged. The kiss had this, desperate, needy feel to it, with both the bride and the groom holding their arms out as though they were shrugging, or didn't have a place to put them.
Most impressive of all, was the cake. It had the best renditions of a TIE fighter and Darth Vader possible in frosting. It was a simple (but large) white, rectangular yellow cake with white frosting and a lemony yellow filling. Sadly, the cake was almost cut with a spray-painted green katana that apparently the groom had snuck along, even though he promised his wife he wouldn't. They had a little spat and people started to get flustered, but no blasters left their holdsters and a normal earth-knife was found to cut the cake with.
As far as the reception went, there was those two or three couples that must go to weddings as a profession. That, or they are professional dancers that go to weddings to show off their vocation. Either way, they were out of costume and certainly out of place on the dance floor with their spins and sashays. Most of the reception-goers huddled close together at the tables. Naturally, the disparate sci-fi groups flocked to each other to compare notes, talk about cons, and mock the shortcomings in the other groups' costumes. The Bride and Groom were seated at the front of the ballroom, high on a platform, feeding cake to each other like in 99% of all the other weddings I've been to. I thought to myself that it was pretty odd that amongst all this creative, inspired wearable artwork, and after that highly enjoyable multilingual wedding, the reception was fairly bland and unoriginal. But hey, a geek's gotta do what a geek's gotta do, regardless of funding. At least now there's proof that geeks get married, right?
Klingon
Elvish
Engrish
and Middle English for the few Medieval Studies majors that were in attendence. The Bride was a good attempt at Frankenstein's Bride and the Groom was some amalgam of Buck Rogers, Doctor Who and Obi-Wan Kenobi (although, judging by his neck hair, he should have been a Wookie!). I suppose if you are going to get married and only get married once (like we all should), pick the best things, right?
Anyhow, the ceremony was fairly short and the costume jewelry was joyfully exchanged. The kiss had this, desperate, needy feel to it, with both the bride and the groom holding their arms out as though they were shrugging, or didn't have a place to put them.
Most impressive of all, was the cake. It had the best renditions of a TIE fighter and Darth Vader possible in frosting. It was a simple (but large) white, rectangular yellow cake with white frosting and a lemony yellow filling. Sadly, the cake was almost cut with a spray-painted green katana that apparently the groom had snuck along, even though he promised his wife he wouldn't. They had a little spat and people started to get flustered, but no blasters left their holdsters and a normal earth-knife was found to cut the cake with.
As far as the reception went, there was those two or three couples that must go to weddings as a profession. That, or they are professional dancers that go to weddings to show off their vocation. Either way, they were out of costume and certainly out of place on the dance floor with their spins and sashays. Most of the reception-goers huddled close together at the tables. Naturally, the disparate sci-fi groups flocked to each other to compare notes, talk about cons, and mock the shortcomings in the other groups' costumes. The Bride and Groom were seated at the front of the ballroom, high on a platform, feeding cake to each other like in 99% of all the other weddings I've been to. I thought to myself that it was pretty odd that amongst all this creative, inspired wearable artwork, and after that highly enjoyable multilingual wedding, the reception was fairly bland and unoriginal. But hey, a geek's gotta do what a geek's gotta do, regardless of funding. At least now there's proof that geeks get married, right?
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