I spent most of yesterday celebrating the union of man and woman out in Ozaukee County. Let me just say, Ozaukee County, I drink to you. It was quite possibly the most interesting wedding I have ever been to.
I had heard that the bride and groom were fairly religious and that having the ceremony in the Lutheran church was a pretty big deal. I was not prepared, however, for the incredibly conservative/traditional ceremony that followed. The pastor made a point of telling the woman that she has to be submissive and obedient and that the man is the spiritual leader, etc. This sort of religiously-sponsored patriocentricity makes the Hulk angry.
The reception was held at what I can only assume is Ozaukee County's version of the Essen Haus. It was a fuck of a lot cooler though. The thing that threw me off about this wedding and made it so interesting is that, for all the religiosity that I heard (I conversed with some evangelical types during dinner), there was a shit-ton of booze consuming. The wedding day quickly turned from an old-fashioned church ceremony to a German shitshow. It was fucking sweet.
The best man started it off with a roast of his younger brother. This was followed closely by the singing and drinking to the Schnitzelbank song. This is basically what happened:
I can't do the scene justice or explain this song properly, it's just a German song that incorporated drinking, costumes, footstamping, and shenanigans. After that, the dance broke out.
Even though I didn't get converted last night, I had to admit that the band was pretty tight. I had a bit too much fun. I lost my voice and can't talk today. OC, thanks for the good time, I fuckin owe you.
I had heard that the bride and groom were fairly religious and that having the ceremony in the Lutheran church was a pretty big deal. I was not prepared, however, for the incredibly conservative/traditional ceremony that followed. The pastor made a point of telling the woman that she has to be submissive and obedient and that the man is the spiritual leader, etc. This sort of religiously-sponsored patriocentricity makes the Hulk angry.
The reception was held at what I can only assume is Ozaukee County's version of the Essen Haus. It was a fuck of a lot cooler though. The thing that threw me off about this wedding and made it so interesting is that, for all the religiosity that I heard (I conversed with some evangelical types during dinner), there was a shit-ton of booze consuming. The wedding day quickly turned from an old-fashioned church ceremony to a German shitshow. It was fucking sweet.
The best man started it off with a roast of his younger brother. This was followed closely by the singing and drinking to the Schnitzelbank song. This is basically what happened:
I can't do the scene justice or explain this song properly, it's just a German song that incorporated drinking, costumes, footstamping, and shenanigans. After that, the dance broke out.
Even though I didn't get converted last night, I had to admit that the band was pretty tight. I had a bit too much fun. I lost my voice and can't talk today. OC, thanks for the good time, I fuckin owe you.
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