My niece got married yesterday.
She’s about 30yo and was raised by good conservative parents. She has a good career in speech pathology.
She married this guy from Chicago with a degree in urban planning or some such.
The wedding was in Asheville and was weird. A female deacon of an unidentified religion pronounced them. The ceremony was on a hilltop in the mountains, and the guests were invited to stand and turn to each of the four corners while the deacon recited some animalistic rites to each direction of the compass.
The rest of the wedding was pretty traditional, with drinks, dinner and dancing.
But when my mother (her grandmother) asked her what her new name would be, my niece said she didn’t know. But for now, she wanted to be known as “Mrs. Nelson”. She stressed the “Mrs.” part, and Nelson is her father’s last name, not her husband’s.
As an added benefit to attending the wedding, we got to see the “Science Matters” gathering in downtown Asheville!
The drive through the pouring rain back to Atlanta really made this wedding trip one for the ages. Not!
That doesn't bode well for a long and happy marriage. I already feel sorry for the both of them.