Weddings are steeped in traditions, aren’t they? Here are a few wedding traditions and superstitions with a brief history…some that we’re doing, and some that we’re not!
White Wedding Dress: check! In Western culture the white wedding dress was adopted after Queen Victoria wore one in 1840. Dang! What a trendsetter! Can you imagine the color of your wedding dress changing tradition like that for almost 200 years and counting? According to Wikipedia, brides prior to that just wore their best dress. I guess white also represented wealth and cleanliness. The idea that white represents virginity or chasteness is a misnomer. Anyway, you’ve already seen my wedding dress, and I am most def sporting bridal white.
Veil: Negative! VeilUBridal says that in ancient Rome people believed that a bride should wear a veil to conceal her face and confuse evil spirits. I’m getting married on a very-likely-to-be-windy beach, so I don’t think a veil is going to work for me. Truth be told, I’ve always loved the look of a birdcage veil.
After the bridal party settled into the reception, it was our turn to make our (second) big entrance of the day…our official announcement as Mr. and Mrs.!
Mr. Jet and I wanted our entrance song to surprise everyone. Something fun. Something upbeat. Something…totally random.
The first 0:24 seconds of this song crack me up so hard, to this day. A huge laugh erupted from the crowd as we interpretive-danced and lip-synced our way through our friends and family as newlyweds. Any Yes fans out there? Does this song make you jam as hard as we did?
As I stated previously, we sailed with Royal Caribbean on the Grandeur of the Seas for our honeymoon. After two wonderful days of sleeping, eating, swimming, napping, eating, eating, shows, swimming, eating, napping and eating we arrived at our first stop—Port Canaveral, Florida. We batted around several options for excursions:
1) Universal Studios—which we nixed because the boat didn’t arrive until 11am which ment getting to the park at mid-day in the summer—hello lines! And Billie’s dad lives in Florida, so this isn’t our only opportunity to go.
2) An airboat ride through the everglades and Alligator tasting—seemed fun, but it only lasted two hours and we were looking for a longer excursion.
3) The Kennedy Space Tour—everyone said this was very cool. I like space and all, but at seven hours long this seemed more like a day at school than a relaxing vacation activity…
Between regular summer vacations to the Philippines, a study abroad program in Rome, and seizing the opportunity to visit friends and cousins in international countries whenever I could (um, hello, free lodging!), my passport and I have seen a good chunk of the world together. In fact, I am procrastinating my renewal this year because I don’t want to give up my very full passport—I don’t think I’ll ever rack up this many stamps in one book again. Mr. S, on the other hand, has never traveled outside the USA. His family was big on domestic vacations when he was growing up and being a college athlete meant he had to spend his spring breaks at the baseball field instead of partying it up in the Caribbean. Plus, Mr. S has an odd fear of flying, so he likes to spend as little time in the air as possible. I’ve been flying across the International Date Line since I was in diapers—any flight under 10 hours is short to me. He gets no sympathy here.
Despite his slight aerophobia and virgin passport, Mr. S is really excited to travel the globe together. When we planned our honeymoon, he didn’t impose any restrictions but only asked that it be a place neither of us (i.e., me) has traveled to before. I was totally on board—there are lots of destinations still left on my bucket list and I always hesitate to return to somewhere I’ve been before. My only ask? I want to hug an elephant.