This week we are joined by our friends Jeemy and Amy, who have been frequently mentioned on our podcast but never featured. At least we’ve talked about Jeremy a lot. We’ve been fairly silent about Amy, which is probably OK with her. We start by addressing the Holiday elephant in the room (Christmas is tomorrow after all) and then move on to discuss our weddings. The Stombergs and Glovers both had non traditional ceremonies and Tim was married in a church. It was almost 24 years ago and he still seems pretty embarassed. Amy also tells us about her Mom’s religion, which is about as obscure as they come.
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Jessica and I got married in an old restored church in Joliet, Illinois. Jess was an athiest at that point and I didn’t know what the hell I was, but I knew I wasn’t religious. The place was beautiful and had these huge stained glass windows and a 2-story pipe organ that we used during the ceremony. We told the pastor that we weren’t religious and said that our families didn’t share the same religion, so we wanted to avoid religious crap, and he agreed completely, which shocked me.
After being at Jess’s sister’s wedding and hearing the father of the groom make a 20-minute “Be fruitful and multiply” speech, when people wanted to be part of the ceremony, we provided scripts for what they were going to say. Many were poems or toast-type speeches about love or being together. It was a far smaller issue with our families than our decision to have pie instead of cake.
My uncle, whom I love dearly despite the fact that he is a very strict preacher, reinforced our decision to keep religion out of the wedding by insisting on blessing every action in the days before the wedding. We’d be heading to dinner and he’d stop everyone to say a prayer that God would keep us safe in the 5-mile drive to the restaurant. When our food arrived, he’d want say a prayer thanking God for delivering the food to our table. It was maddening.
>insisting on blessing every action in the days before the wedding. We’d be heading to dinner and he’d stop everyone to say a prayer that God would keep us safe in the 5-mile drive to the restaurant. When our food arrived, he’d want say a prayer thanking God for delivering the food to our table. It was maddening.
Fuck. Everything about. That.