While we don’t have wedding horror stories from 1969 that will get us on Oprah or Dr Phil, we do have a few tales to tell.
Let us begin with the photo of the wedding party, the only colour photo that we have (I think) — the only paid-for photo although all of the amateur snaps were in colour (go figga). Once you’ve appreciated the female side (the bride was wearing the customary white), have a gander at the males and tell me what you see.
Did you see that the groom was wearing a different tie than the others? Did you see that the best man’s pants were a trifle short?
Well then … what a schmozzle was had that morning (the wedding was at 11 o’clock) when we tried to get into our tuxes! Jim (on the far right) couldn’t do his pants up; they were the right length but too tight. So, he traded with Ron (best man to my left) who could get them done up. Except Ron’s legs were longer and the result looked like he was preparing for a flood.
Also, all of the ties were supposed to be typical bow ties but somebody (not me) was given a different style. I decided to take it since it made sense for the three attendants to be similarly attired and it was acceptable for me to be unique.
If you now please, cast your glance below. After oohing and aahing over the handsome couple, take a close look at our wedding cake.
Have you ever seen such a cockeyed looking cake with the middle layer larger than the bottom tier?
The bottom two layers were fake; only the top tier was real. And the fake tiers were attached together in that order and couldn’t be reversed. The cake wasn’t seen until the rehearsal on the previous evening when it was too late to go back to the bakery and throw a hissy fit. So, we just had to go with it.
I can’t say that either of us were overly distraught over these issues. I guess we’ll never have Oprah or Phil try to make it all better by sending us to Hawaii, Fiji … or even downtown Ottawa for a hamburger.