I bet I don't look good on the dancefloor
The preparations continue...
The Waltz
Argentinean weddings don't have speeches. I guess they just kind of assume that everyone already knows the bride and groom and all the details of the relationship really well, so they don't need to bother.
Even though speeches are my favourite bit of wedding (if they're done well) I don't mind that we're not having any here. We're having a wedding party in Sheffield in April, so we'll do speeches aplenty then.
But what they do have is the waltz. I have to waltz with Beatriz, her mum and probably some other members of her family, and she has to do the same with mine. Only problem is, I haven't a clue how to waltz. And as it turns out, after she tried to teach me, Beatriz doesn't either.
Hopefully all will be saved by my mum and Auntie Gerry giving us a crash course tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise it will be a shambles and everyone will wish we'd done speeches instead.
El Mariachi
The wedding feast is to be partially accompanied by a mariachi band. One of them came to the house to arrange the details. I was disappointed that he had neither a moustache, nor a sombrero, nor even a comedy Mexican accent. He didn't look like Antonio Banderas either, but I wasn't so bothered about that. They'd better have all those things on the night though, or I'm calling the police.
The Greek Orthodox (?!)
Despite the Bible having much to say on the virtue of tolerance, as an atheist, the Catholic churches here won't touch me with a shitty stick. Not one to be deterred lightly however, Beatriz has been able to book us a ceremony at the Orthodox church. It's still Catholic enough for her, and tolerant enough for me. Beatriz's family aren't 100% behind us (wrong sort of God apparently) but never mind.
On Saturday we went to a pre-nuptial talk thingy where Beatriz warned me beforehand to be on my best behaviour and try not to say anything at all, for fear of getting us kicked out of the only church in town that will have us. She needn't have worried though - the Padre seems like a lovely chap and he explained that the ceremony basically involves us standing there and doing as we're told. We don't have to pretend to pray or anything. I asked some intelligent questions about icons and Russian crosses, and we got along just fine.
There is a part of the ceremony I'm a bit worried about, where they put crowns on our heads, and I might not be able to keep a straight face, but we'll just have to warn my parents beforehand not to laugh, and ban all photography so the folks back home can't laugh either.
The Waltz
Argentinean weddings don't have speeches. I guess they just kind of assume that everyone already knows the bride and groom and all the details of the relationship really well, so they don't need to bother.
Even though speeches are my favourite bit of wedding (if they're done well) I don't mind that we're not having any here. We're having a wedding party in Sheffield in April, so we'll do speeches aplenty then.
But what they do have is the waltz. I have to waltz with Beatriz, her mum and probably some other members of her family, and she has to do the same with mine. Only problem is, I haven't a clue how to waltz. And as it turns out, after she tried to teach me, Beatriz doesn't either.
Hopefully all will be saved by my mum and Auntie Gerry giving us a crash course tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise it will be a shambles and everyone will wish we'd done speeches instead.
El Mariachi
The wedding feast is to be partially accompanied by a mariachi band. One of them came to the house to arrange the details. I was disappointed that he had neither a moustache, nor a sombrero, nor even a comedy Mexican accent. He didn't look like Antonio Banderas either, but I wasn't so bothered about that. They'd better have all those things on the night though, or I'm calling the police.
The Greek Orthodox (?!)
Despite the Bible having much to say on the virtue of tolerance, as an atheist, the Catholic churches here won't touch me with a shitty stick. Not one to be deterred lightly however, Beatriz has been able to book us a ceremony at the Orthodox church. It's still Catholic enough for her, and tolerant enough for me. Beatriz's family aren't 100% behind us (wrong sort of God apparently) but never mind.
On Saturday we went to a pre-nuptial talk thingy where Beatriz warned me beforehand to be on my best behaviour and try not to say anything at all, for fear of getting us kicked out of the only church in town that will have us. She needn't have worried though - the Padre seems like a lovely chap and he explained that the ceremony basically involves us standing there and doing as we're told. We don't have to pretend to pray or anything. I asked some intelligent questions about icons and Russian crosses, and we got along just fine.
There is a part of the ceremony I'm a bit worried about, where they put crowns on our heads, and I might not be able to keep a straight face, but we'll just have to warn my parents beforehand not to laugh, and ban all photography so the folks back home can't laugh either.
posted by The Alex | Wednesday, February 07, 2007
1 Comments:
The Burger Kings in Salta want their crowns back. What a sick joke for you to deprive the kids in Salta of such fine corporate brainwashing! Shame on you Alex, shame on you.
:) Frances
Plus, don't expect people to start calling you "Sir..."
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