If you haven't already heard the story of the Dave and Liz, cop a squat, expel all old gas and say, 'cheese'.
Dave and Liz approached me to officiate their 
June wedding. They had been referred by Meredith the Catering Director and local blogger up at the Malibou Lake Club. We met and were instantly charmed by one another. Liz was simply dressed and elegant in her beauty, Dave was well spoken indie kind of guy. Liz then proceeded to grill me on what was going to happen, how the ceremony would evolve, is there a back-up plan, how long had I been doing this, what special things we could do to involve the families, would it still be personal to them. She worked me pretty good this tiny little angel with the enormous "Big Book of Brides"; some sort of tome to tame time. She finally got to her bullet points, which I handled well and thought at this point we'd covered all the bases. We'd discussed tone, length, humor and heritage (Dave's Scottish) and got a good temp on the ceremony. The bride closes her book, piles her papers together, and slides the mass to the side. She folds her hands in front of her and looks me squarely and says:
June wedding. They had been referred by Meredith the Catering Director and local blogger up at the Malibou Lake Club. We met and were instantly charmed by one another. Liz was simply dressed and elegant in her beauty, Dave was well spoken indie kind of guy. Liz then proceeded to grill me on what was going to happen, how the ceremony would evolve, is there a back-up plan, how long had I been doing this, what special things we could do to involve the families, would it still be personal to them. She worked me pretty good this tiny little angel with the enormous "Big Book of Brides"; some sort of tome to tame time. She finally got to her bullet points, which I handled well and thought at this point we'd covered all the bases. We'd discussed tone, length, humor and heritage (Dave's Scottish) and got a good temp on the ceremony. The bride closes her book, piles her papers together, and slides the mass to the side. She folds her hands in front of her and looks me squarely and says:Liz: I've saved this for last because this is the most important thing we want to ask you.
Tony: (Gulps) Sure, go ahead.
Liz: Since we'll be uniting with Dave's Family's Clan tartan...............Will you wear the kilt?
Tony: (Jaw on table, quickly tries to recover cool) Ummm........Sure?!
Liz: Ha Ha!! Fooled ya!
Dave: (High fives Liz) Good one hun, I didn't see that one coming.
She played me. She played me like she owned me. Well she kind of does now. She had me good.
Mind you during the interview we were trying to be cool as these sparrows were dive bombing us. One had a lock of Liz hair and another nearly blinded me. The day of their wedding Nature let us know that they were a part of this day too. Bees were swarming us during the vows. I told the happy couple to play it safe on their anniversaries lest the frogs fall from the sky like in Magnolia. It was a day.
I have two cute photos of them here. One sweet kissing, the other is what I call The Money Shot. It's one only the minister can take, and only for the couples with a sense of humor.
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