What was/what will your wedding (be) like?

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Yes, exactly my POV! And a very nice idea, too. I´ve been recently thinking about it myself. I would just bring along my Chinese lanterns. They are possibly my Aspie obsession I love watching little blinking lights.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuUhZEKbTeY[/youtube]I would love to get married in scenery like this! [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85_Znvb2gqA[/youtube]

To me, it will be nice to hear "O Canada" at my wedding. Because I want it that way.

When me and my wife got married 12 years ago we did not have much money. We got married in a park, she wore a simple yet elegant white dress and me and my best man borrowed two suits. After everyone had pizza and beer and we all danced to a local band who donated there time as our wedding gift from them.

It was not much compared to some weddings but a lot of people say my wedding was great cause it was so very relaxed and people did not have to pretend to like the over cooked chicken that costed $35 a plate.

I will admit I was looking at the weather reports quite anxiously prior to the big day cause if we got rain we had no real back up plan except maybe three umbrellas for us and about 80 guests....

Mine would be at home.

I want to be surrounding by the things that I'm comfortable with and that have memories for me. This way I can create additional memories and constantly revisit my wedding day.

Plus right now I'm in love with a specific person and I think he would like to be at a place he is comfortable.

He likes to wear the same type of clothes all the time so I could see him with his typical cargo shorts and a nice cotton button up shirt and I'd wear something ridiculous with some awful footwear since I don't really love wearing high heels.

I would forego any kind of tradition and just make everything all about us. The food we like and the music we like, just everything that we like.

My honeymoon will be in Tokyo, BTW.

In graveyard, apparently.

Knowing my taste in weddings, or lack thereof, I'd probably just grab the future Mr (whoever he turns out to be) and say, "honey, grab your bathing suit... we're getting married on a beach in the Caribbean."

Not one for big princess-style weddings, honestly. Elopement? Totally the way to go...

My ideal would be something like an elopement. I HATE being the center of attention & I don't like ceremonies. I think the money would be better saved for us to use on important stuff. Also I moved across the country to be with my girlfriend & her family is here so the wedding parties would be very unbalanced & sense I don't have any friends here I'd have to try to find friends so I can have a best man.

It was just me, her and a traveling minister in the hills of southern Ohio. I wore boots, suede pants and my sword. She wore some flowy type dress.
We never left the cabin because the van broke down. It cost way too much to fix, so we sold it for scrap.
We had a reception with family and friends after we got back home.

It was a nice wedding/honeymoon, but nonetheless, marriage just wasn't for us.

Never again, its just a piece of paper.

Cynical rant over

Kind of off-topic (or maybe not), but I got a personal story about wedding planning. When I was little, before bullying and ostracism instilled fear of new people in me, I was VERY outgoing. I loved to host and visit; the more guests, the better. My parents, on the other hand, are homebodies for the most part, so other than at birthdays and major holidays, hosting and visiting were few and far between. So I'd always jump at any opportunity to invite people over or come over somewhere, regardless of how little I knew the people. My parents often stepped in and intercepted the invitation, and rightfully so. Who knows what social trouble I could get into?

So one day, I hear the word "wedding". When I ask what a wedding is, I'm told that it's a big party, with great food and music, where everybody I know comes over: immediate family, extended family, friends, colleagues, etc. Everybody celebrates, eats the food, and enjoys being together. My eyes light up, and I ask: "Will I have a wedding too?". I'm told yes.

Immediately, I was thrilled! In addition to being very outgoing, I also had an affinity for planning events. I spent every waking moment for the next three days planning out my wedding. I planned the menu, consisting of 20 items, including finger foods ("hors d'oeuvres" in adult terminology), salads, soups, meat entrees, fish entrees, side dishes, fruit desserts, chocolate desserts, and tea. The menu planning was meticulous, down to the brand of tartar sauce and the pattern of wavy lines on the chocolate cake. The decor was planned in slightly less detail, but still extensively: sizes of tables, color and fabric used in curtains and tablecloths, species of wood in wall paneling, and type of lighting. I even got the wattage and colors of light bulbs taken care of: 100 watts, warm-white lights over the tables, multicolored lights over the dance floor, yellow cable lights marking the aisles at the ceremony, and bluish white lights over the stage. I planned the timing of the event: Saturday, 7:00 PM to 3:00 AM. (I loved staying up late.) Despite being aspie, I even planned the guest list, which numbered to about 100, and included every single person in my life I talked to at least once. I wanted a big party, I wanted to stay up late, a wedding was a perfect excuse for both of these, and I knew it. It was go big or go home!

I spent absolutely zero time deciding on the most important part of my wedding: the bride.

It will be held underwater on a full moon night. Giraffes will play the flute, and armadillos will serve cocktails wearing tiny tuxedos. My dress will be made out of marshmallows, of course then I'll be naked in no time but ok it doesn't matter because my point was it'll never happen.

My Fantasy: I put on a dress, he puts on a button-down shirt and chinos, and we go to the Justice of the Peace. We get back in the car and drive away, singing along with David Allan Coe doing "Would You Lay With Me (In a Field of Stone)" on the CD player. We go home, grab our suitcases, change our clothes, toss the camping gear in the trunk, and light out on a one-month cross-country road trip.

His Fantasy: The Works. The Five-Figure Wedding. Bridesmaids, groomsmen, multiple-tiered cake, catered meal, open bar, hours of dancing, friends and relatives everywhere.

What Happened: We started planning the wedding. We got as far as buying a dress. Then we got pregnant. So we found a very nice Lutheran minister who talked to us for a sum total of three hours and said, "You two are already married-- you just need someone to conduct a service for your families." We set a date for Saint Patrick's Day-- apparently even Lutherans will conduct weddings on the Sabbath during Lent. Either that, or the reverend in question was an Aspie. We bought deli cakes in different sizes and stacked them, picked up chips and sodas and cheese trays and lunch meat trays and some good bread, and laid it out on a table in the church basement along with disposable dinnerware. We invited our closest friends and relatives-- and with less than a months' notice, somehow they all came. He and his groomsmen rented tuxes, my girls stood up in their own dresses. We held the ceremony waiting for my dad to show up-- most likely, he was smoking a joint behind the church.

Daddy walked me down the aisle, the preacher made a nice little speech, my cousin took some really great pics that she bound up in an album and gave us as a gift. I forgot to take my watch off. We laughed, blushed, kissed, and went down to the basement to eat (not before my friends helped me sneak out back for a quiet smoke-- they could see my eyes spinning on two different circuits). My grandmother humiliated me by saying, in front of ALL MY FRIENDS, "She always was kind to the ones no one else wanted." We smashed cake in each others' faces, people danced to the radio, and we got the hell out of there.

We were in college, stone broke, with a baby on the way-- so the honeymoon road trip ended up as a graduation present four years later. We went back to the trailer, locked the door, disconnected the phone, and had sex three times before dawn. Monday morning, he went to class and I showed up to open the crummy fast-food joint that saw fit to employ me.

Probably, it was a huge disappointment to him. I'm thinking of trying to plan a surprise party for our thirteenth anniversary coming up in March-- the DJ, the caterer, the open bar (possibly with my cousin mixing drinks), the glitz and the glamor and all the things that he dreamt of that just weren't practical when we were two broke kids in a run-down trailer. I'm better with people than I was then-- I probably wouldn't feel like putting my hands over my ears and my back to the wall any more. I no longer have any friends that would be offended by what comes out of Grandma's mouth. We're not dead broke and piling up debt any more-- we're grownups. The student loans are gone, the cars are paid for (even if they're worth less than $6K between them), and the deed on the very nice doublewide is clear.

We could do it now. I could be gracious about it now.

Thirteen is his lucky number.

Three months isn't long to plan, and March is cold. Maybe I could give him the plans, tied up with a nice ribbon, for our anniversary, but throw the party in June.

The wedding day was determined by my wife's family, a traditional wedding in all aspects, at a Catholic church.

At first I didn't like that concept of them calling all the shots, but then I had a talk with my older brother. Basically he said, hey, its only one day in many many more in your life and marriage, and you better get used to making compromises.

Another great piece of advice I received was when our first child was on the way, a co-worker said. "Listen up. Once that baby is born, the baby is #1, she is #2, and you are a distance third. And the sooner you realize this, the better off you will be."

I realize that too. Which is why I'm never getting married, and remaining childfree for the rest of my life. Being a distant third means being constantly abused, and I'll be lucky if it's just verbal/emotional. I'll just be the generous friend with a couch, a pizza, and a beer, for my friends to crash at for the night when their wives abuse them into insanity.