Yeah, everything on that site is pretty damn amazing. And hey, I got a wedding dress for NOT SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS. Or whatever the hell they're charging for them these days. (Eh, I honestly kind of feel like I look better now? Because after getting married I moved to Chicago, and now I'm walking a lot more than I used to...perk of taking public transit. I lost like 30 pounds in the first year? *shrug*)
I don't know, honestly. But all wedding receptions (or, frankly, anything with dancing) I've ever been to have had that. And the Chicken Dance. And the goddamn Cha-Cha Slide. UGH. All of that stuff was absolutely BANNED at my reception; I have a serious objection to songs that have to tell you how to dance. *twitch*
(Okay, so I actually haven't been to that many weddings, frankly. But the point is, I hate all that shit. And was very disappointed when I went to my best friend's wedding and the first hour or so of dancing at her reception alternated between special dances for particular people (wedding party, dad-daughter, that kind of thing) and the hokey pokey crap. Which, really, wouldn't have been quite so terrible except that I had to leave early because the next day I needed to be on a train back to Chicago to make it back to school in time for finals, so I didn't get to dance much.)
...This comment has gone on FAR too long, sorry. :/
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Date: 2012-02-24 02:26 am (UTC)I don't know, honestly. But all wedding receptions (or, frankly, anything with dancing) I've ever been to have had that. And the Chicken Dance. And the goddamn Cha-Cha Slide. UGH. All of that stuff was absolutely BANNED at my reception; I have a serious objection to songs that have to tell you how to dance. *twitch*
(Okay, so I actually haven't been to that many weddings, frankly. But the point is, I hate all that shit. And was very disappointed when I went to my best friend's wedding and the first hour or so of dancing at her reception alternated between special dances for particular people (wedding party, dad-daughter, that kind of thing) and the hokey pokey crap. Which, really, wouldn't have been quite so terrible except that I had to leave early because the next day I needed to be on a train back to Chicago to make it back to school in time for finals, so I didn't get to dance much.)
...This comment has gone on FAR too long, sorry. :/