Inspired by Miss Pomegranate’s nifty kissing menu idea, I thought I’d share what we required of guests who wanted to see us kiss. We refused to give them a show…unless they did …
THE CHICKEN DANCE!

(Mr T and a groomsman flap their wings at the after-party)
Since our dead music meant no actual (much-anticipated!) Chicken Dance, I’m glad we still got to include this tradition in some way. It definitely kept smooching demands to a minimum– only the aforementioned groomsman was man enough to play chicken for the assembled crowd.
Anyone else going with a decidedly unusual method of kissing request?
Hilarious! What a great picture. I wanted to think of an unusual kissing request protocol, but it was totally one of those things that I dropped at the last minute, when I ran out of time and creativity!