In Canada, all wedding couple have to get a marriage license before their wedding day. You can get it from many places, I just went to London Drugs to get mine from an insurance broker. The wedding license is just a piece of paper. It is the document you are going to sign on the wedding day. The wedding officiant will take it and send it back to the registration office and the government will mail your the wedding certificate. This piece of computer printed paper costs me $100. What a rip off! I wonder how can poor people afford to get marry. $100 for a piece of paper is ridiculous. Getting marry is basic human rights. The government should at least waive the registration fee for the first marriage. It is fair to charge those who marry more than once. But getting marry once is pretty much universal.
When I fill in the application form for the marriage license, I notice some legal statment at the back of the form. It is illegal for a male applicant to marry his mother, daughter or sister and it is also illegal for a female applicant to marry her dad, son or brother. Incest is illegal, so this rules make sense. However the legal statment didn’t say anything about son marrying to dad or daugther to mother. I think we have incest law for many years but the gay marriage is just legalized, so the incest law isn’t update. It would make a headline news if a gay incest couple trying to register. On a second thought, maybe the incest law is not update on purpose. Gay couple cannot have children and the intention of the incest law is to avoid childbirth between close relatives. Since gay cannot reproduce, we don’t have any reason to stop them getting marry. Gay is gross. Incest is very gross. Gay and incest is exponentially gross, yet it is legal. Yuck! The Canadian family law is really screwed up.
Our wedding is on 08-08-16, so Pat wants us to have 8 bridesmaids and 8 groomsmen, including the maid of honor and the best men. In our wedding website, we created a page to introduce every one in our wedding party [link]. I am responsible of writing a small paragraph for my groomsmen. It took me a while to finish writing the short introduction. I know my groomsmen for many many years, all of them are my old friends. I am know them so well that I am used to their characters, like wearing comfortable old shoes. It is seems so nature for us to be good friends. Ain’t we friends since the beginning of time? I actually have to think hard to recall how I know them and become good friends in the first place. Writing the short introduction brings back lots of good memories.
Me and Pat choose to make our own wedding invitation card. At first we want to print the wedding invitation like everyone else does. However, Pat think the print invitation does not have individual character and ours should be more special. Since we learn how to make cards from previous church event, we could use the same technique to make our invitation. In addition, we also sign up a wedding invitation making class to learn some advance technique and get some ideal.
Pat designed the card, I only help her out in making the cards. It takes a much longer time to make 200 wedding invitation than we had expected. It’s fun to cut the paper, stamp the picture, color the pattern, heat up the ensemble powder together. It’s some precious memory that both of us will share for the rest of our life. I worked on the no brainier tasks while Pat worked the task require fine motor skill. Since we are not machine, every card is slight different and each card is unique. We end up having two designs because the first design is too complicate and we have to switch to a simpler design to save time. I think even the second design is too complicate, so for the final bunch we will probably use another design. Other than these major designs, there are a few prototype cards too. If you happen to have one of the prototype cards, you must be really lucky.
The wedding I went yesterday is pretty normal, except there was a lesbian bridesmaid. How do I know she is lesbian? It’s quite obviously. All the bridesmaids dressed in nice green dresses that match the theme of the wedding and this lesbian bridesmaid dressed in a green shirt and pants. Her tom boy look really stands out in the photo among other pretty girls, basically ruined the harmony looking bridesmaid picture. I had dinner with some friends attended the wedding today and we were all wondering what is she doing there.
Our group of friends then started the discussion on whether lesbian is allowed to be a bridesmaid. On one hand, lesbian are female, so she is technically qualified for a bridesmaid. On the other hand, lesbian does not look like female, so it doesn’t seem right to have a guy looking “thing” among the bridesmaids. If you think having a tom boy dressing in shirts and pants is OK to be a bridesmaid. How about a gay guy dressing in a skirt being a groomsman? In the end, we all concluded that having lesbian bridesmaid is OK, as long as she dress like other bridesmaids. I think even a tom boy could look decent if she put on some make up and a nice dress. If she doesn’t want to wear the girl dress, maybe she should consider being a groomsman instead!
Tonight I went to my best friend, Andy’s wedding. I flew all the way from Vancouver back to Toronto, staying a weekend just to attend this wedding. This wedding is quite special to me, because I was the match maker. I introduced Winnie to Andy many years ago. I have done many match making and it is the only one that has a happy ending. In Andy and Winnie’s wedding website, each of them have wrote an entry on how they met. The two version is not exactly the same, yet I think I am one of the few who know the real version. I guess everyone tends to modify their own memory to only remember a better version of the reality.
It’s funny to see my college grad ball date again tonight. When I was in the forth year, I was single, so does a few of my friends. Winnie was so kind that she ask some of her friends to be our dates, so that we don’t have to go to the grad ball alone. My grad ball date was the maid of honor of Winnie. I didn’t keep in touch with her after graduation, so I am quite surprise to see her.
