Yet another argument for having, as Dave and I plan to, a really small wedding:
As Tovah Choudhury leafs through an album of photos from her wedding last summer, she recalls the friends and relatives at her reception streaming onto the dance floor of Atlanta's InterContinental Hotel -- all familiar faces. Then she comes to the image of a blonde in a sundress and a gray-haired man in a tuxedo and remembers how they danced and the woman laughed and whispered into the man's ear.And who might they be? Ms. Choudhury hasn't the faintest idea. The pair were wedding crashers -- the bane of a bride's parents, who traditionally foot the bills for the reception and aren't in the mood to subsidize freeloaders. But Ms. Choudhury sees it another way: "I was kind of proud our wedding was such a happening place" that it attracted uninvited guests, she says -- hence the photo of the phonies that now has a place in her wedding album.
Large, unguarded social gatherings have tempted the uninvited for centuries. But, like it or loathe it, the practice of freeloading at nuptial celebrations seems to be on the increase, thanks, at least in part, to "Wedding Crashers," the Owen Wilson-Vince Vaughn comedy that hit movie theaters in July.
I'm with the Farker who planned to have attack dogs in attendence at his reception, with each invited guest having brought a dirty sock for the dog to sniff and keep on file.
Posted by kswygert at December 28, 2005 10:52 AM