The Bride Wore Purple

Last night I went to a wedding. Nothing unusual in that, but the fact that it was at 5.30pm on a Wednesday, at a night club, had us a little irritated – mid week, peak hour traffic, work the next day. We were, however, intrigued. This was the wedding of a couple who like to do things their way, not necessarily the socially acceptable way, and we couldn’t help speculating on what would be in store for us.

None of our speculations came close and this turned out to be one of the most amazing weddings I have had the privilege of attending. As I said, the venue was a bar/nightclub, short on light but very atmospheric, with red velvet furnishings and comfy couches and chaise longues forming individual conversation nooks.

The bride wore purple, a strapless dress that showed off the intricate and extensive tattoo on her upper arm, and she carried a black bouquet. She looked stunning. The wedding cake was made up of cupcakes, pretty standard you might say, but each cupcake had a skull iced into the top, some with tophats, others with veils. The little bride and groom on the top of the cake had skulls instead of normal, smiling, fleshed out faces. I think you’re probably starting to get the idea.

The rings were individually designed by a friend of the couple, who spoke about the symbolism and history of wedding rings and the ceremony itself included quotes from such diverse artists as Dave Grohl, Dita Von Teese and Lisa Simpson. Then there was the entertainment. A Burlesque dancer with a live snake around her neck, a bearded lady and a very interesting lady (and I use the term loosely) who finished her act with her nipples on fire. As we left, the live band was setting up and I’m guessing it would have taken the youngsters through to the early hours of the next day.

Different, but so them. This couple had a brilliant night and it showed. The bride did not stop grinning, she was having a ball. They were celebrating their love and their marriage in a way that meant something to them and it didn’t matter whether anyone else was impressed or not.

But we were. Impressed that is. Because it was what they wanted and they had the spunk to pull it off. Sixty years ago the bride’s grandparents had married the way that they wanted, a traditional wedding in a local church with lots of bridesmaids in frilly frocks, huge bouquets of flowers and a silver service reception for family and friends. Last night, that groom, now 85 years old, had a ball at the wedding of his purple clad, tattooed granddaughter. He had his photo taken with the scantilly clad snake lady and he rocked on the dance floor with those a quarter of his age.

We can only hope that people like this young couple continue to challenge our preconceptions about social convention because, after all, isn’t change, and accepting it, what life’s all about?