We’re invited to a wedding. Yay! Since most of my friends are married and neither of my brothers are close to taking a bride (if either of you are reading this, please hurry up as CK would like some cousins), I thought this was going to be our first wedding-free Summer in years. But no, we have received an invitation and we’re off to our very first Swiss shindig.
I’m led to believe that Swiss weddings are rather tame in comparison to British. Less drinking, embarrassing speeches at a minimum, and fighting unlikely. But as the bride is British, who knows, we could be in for a home from home affair; a little bit of Oops Upside Your Head at 1am, sat on the sticky dance floor. There is the added ‘fun’ element of audience-participation-required games. Oh the joys! Can you believe that people take part in these with less than vat of shandy inside them? I’ve even heard rumours that in some parts of Switzerland, it’s customary for every bachelor to wrestle with the groom in order to prove that he’s worthy of the bride’s hand in marriage. Weird!
Our preparations for the wedding began some months ago – hotel room, outfits, gift, hen weekend, stag night – and it’s only just sunk exactly how much money one spends on a wedding now. It’s quite remarkable really. Here’s what we’ve spent or will be spending: