The one piece of advice I can give
as a 100 percent–sure
thing is to encourage your fiancée to have or attend as many bridal showers as
possible. Once you’ve acknowledged that everything you receive and all the
accolades are for her, you can sit back and increase your worldly possessions,
safely out of sight, in your boxers on the sofa. Most gifts come off the registry
you created together, so you might even get something you want, if you were
crafty in the registering process.
My impressions of showers, from the
perspective of someone who heard the details, are that they are an opportunity
for (in descending importance):
- Holding a group intervention to discourage the bride from going through with the wedding, if the attendees feel that is the correct way to go
- Telling the bride-to-be everything that is not blissful about marriage and revealing what the warning signs are, in the form of a game
- Giving advice on how to manipulate husbands into doing what they should be doing
- Reinforcing the realization that all men are morons and that, in the long run, all you can really do is laugh off repetitive stupidity
- Contributing lots of advice on what they don’t like or would change about your dream wedding
- Getting away from their significant others for an afternoon of refreshing cocktails, cake, and finally, enlightening conversation
- Giving you a gift in the hope that you don’t take any of their advice in the wrong way
Needless to say, reason one was
completely unnecessary, as I am quite a catch, probably due to my mom’s secret,
productive house-husband training. She is a retired special education teacher,
and I believe that may have been a more suitable title for her work on my
brother and me. I can wash clothes by color, make excellent loose meat
sandwiches, and operate a vacuum. That last point will be contested by Christa,
as I believe about everything outside of the toilet bowl can be cleaned with a
vacuum. She disagrees.
Here’s a sample conversation on
this subject:
“Did you dust? They (my parents)
will be here in an hour,” she said, concerned about our home’s appearance.
“I vacuumed,” I stated, confident
in my accomplishment.
“That’s not the same.” She sighed
in disbelief, knowing her workload had increased.
“It’s better,” I claimed. “I didn’t
push dust around; I sucked it up. The dust is now in the vacuum.”
“For whatever reason, in our
society, the cleanliness of the house reflects on my abilities as a homemaker,
not yours. I don’t have time to explain this to you. Your parents are coming
over, and your mom will notice. She may not say anything, but she will notice.”
My mom’s training may have worked,
to some extent, but I apparently missed the lesson regarding dusting with a
vacuum as a sign of inferior homemaking. She probably assessed my talents for
homemaking early on and decided that it was not a battle worth fighting. Back
to showers.
Shower objectives two, three, and
four usually involve games that use index cards. People write down their advice
on these anonymous cards, and then the bride reads them aloud, in what is
called the “Circle of Trust, Sympathy, and Advice.” The cards offer such gems
as:
“Aspirin and bourbon are synonyms
for love and devotion.”
“An attentively listening husband
is either asleep or dead.”
“The way to a man’s heart is
through his stomach, but all your effort usually amounts to shit.”
In fact, I made those up, because,
had I seen the actual cards, their hints and trickery would no longer be
useful.
Inevitably, shower conversation
turns to how the wedding planning is going. As the details are relayed, the
bride will politely, or out of obligation, ask for feedback or advice. In our
case, whatever feedback Christa received could be absorbed, processed, and
passed, unless it became clear that The MOB or The MG seem to be strongly
opposed to something. The MG and MOB acted as a consulting firm to our wedding
planning organization, infiltrating at all levels to recommend revisions in
strategy. No matter how off-base these recommendations were, they had to be
considered, because, in our wedding organization, our consultants were
significant contributors to the budget and not the budget drains consultants
normally represent.
Cake and cocktails need no
explanation. I’d put on pants for cake and cocktails. Heck, I’d take pants off
for cake and cocktails, not as a profession, but tastefully in a controlled
environment, perhaps. I like presents too.
On the day of a shower, the groom’s
part is minimal, but he must contribute beforehand. He must help pick out, or
glowingly endorse, the new cocktail dress that is needed for each event. He
must also describe the interrelationships between any of the guests the bride
doesn’t know, relative to those guests she does. Christa asked all the female
follow-ups: Married or single? Children? Interests? Is my dress an
inappropriate pattern, given her history of voting Republican?
If the groom were helpful, I
learned, he would also go out during the shower and buy some pretty thank-you
cards, but nothing like the ones we’d sent for the previous four
thank-you-card-necessitating events. Each must be unique, and trying to
economize is to no avail.
“We have five of these left over
from event one for the new guests, and I got these for the veterans,” I said.
“First, those are unattractive, and
second, you can’t send different notes to people from the same party,” she
returned.
“They aren’t going to reconvene and
compare them, are they?” I asked in disbelief.
“It’s just not right. Once you
evolve, all will be clear.”
I still await my moment of clarity.
But this is clear: bridal showers equal maximum presents for minimal effort. I
recommend having them elsewhere to minimize the vacuuming—I mean
dusting—needed.
- Drew Lloyd
From "Will You?" to "I Do.": A Groom's Tale of Survival
- Drew Lloyd
From "Will You?" to "I Do.": A Groom's Tale of Survival
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