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At our wedding, we had several online friends come that we met through the my little pony fandom. We sat them in the very far back corner of the venue, and they loved it! Kinda funny to hear that this is the norm, but it makes sense!
Oh damn this explains a lot actually.
The best weddings are all “sinners”, with maybe a table of normies huddled against the awesomeness.
Who is this dude? And why are his xits posted here so often?
The Sinners’ Table is a fantastic name for it. I’ve heard it called it the Maybes or, less charitably, the Leftovers but this is way more accurate.
i feel like leftovers is more the people who don’t fit in with other people at all. I’ve heard the term undesirables apply here though
undesirables
lol yikes. The seating chart brings out a lot of brutal honesty in people. Or brutal passive aggression, in my case. The “leftovers” relative said they “just really didn’t fit anywhere else” but made it clear that these people were only invited because they were doing an act of charity (that wasn’t their decision anyway) and they “didn’t judge, but some people just don’t live Christian” 🙄
In spite of the planning committee it was a pretty fun wedding, and the Leftovers table was a big part of that. I got some cool weirdos in my bloodline.
I grew up Southern Baptist. A friend of mine got married to a marginally Catholic dude and the seating arrangement was that the Baptist-affiliated people were on one side of the room and the non-Baptist types on the other. There was a bar(wine and beer) and for those who don’t know, Southern Baptists have a pretty strong anti-alcohol stance.
My friend, the bride, sat me and my then-girlfriend with THE church lady. I grew up with this woman and she was the type to moralize and talk shit about everyone. So I’m like “I need a drink” and get up and cross the room to grab a beer for me and my girlfriend. I’m like the only person from the Baptist side to do this.
I sit back down and proceed to squeeze a lime into my Corona beer. Church lady pulls a full Sheila Broflowski “what what WHAT?!?” on me. “What is that?!” she asks with eyes super wide.
“This,” I say without looking at her as I squeeze my lime, “is a Corona with lime.”
Her draw is fully agape.
“Calm down, Debbie,” one of the cool-aunt types from my old church says, “he’s 21 and a beer is no big deal.”
What’s the episcopal church’s stance on that? :D
Personally if I knew someone and got invited to their wedding and I went and found they had decided all the gay people needed to be seperated from the rest of the group I’d just leave. Clearly that’s not the type of person whose wedding I want to attend.
I’m always at that table, and it’s awesome. No pressure to perform, usually closer to the bar, no expectations about how many times you have to say “happy wife, happy life!” to someone already hungry, dehydrated, and buzzed.
Cmon, grandma! Let’s dance the Lindy Hop and do some shots!
“happy wife, happy life!”
I have never heard that saying before. I had to hear it from hansolo at lemmy.today.
Once you hear it, it’ll just start showing up.
Maybe 7 different people told me that when I got married.
Once you hear it, it’ll just start showing up.
oh gods is it like a curse? if so how do I get rid of it?
Amazing question! Yes, but also no.
2 of the grip of people that said it to me, said it like it was a curse. Like the only lesson they leaned in their whole damned lives was to treat their partner like a partner. Ruefully. Regretfully, they learned their ego wasn’t enough, and admitted it in a moment when they needed to foist their greatest insight on a relative (or relative’s kid’s fiance), and that’s just what spilled out of their arrogant Boomer mouths.
3 definitely said it like “this is actually the rule to know.” An insight they shared neutrally. Well, one more like a 1000 yard stare.
One, and one alone, asked if I knew it. My spouse and I got married after 5+years together, so it was a fair question. I knew already.
It’s more like a swear, to either the gods above or below. Take your pick.
I see… I guess the saying just seems too simplistic. The happiness of a long-term partner is a tricky thing to manage. Like on one hand, I try to do what I can to make a long-term partner happy. On the other hand, I had to come to terms with the fact that sometimes they’re just gonna be unhappy because of things going on in their lives that I have no control over, or of traumas in their past they’re still struggling with, or of chemical/hormonal changes that happen because of life stages, etc. Sometimes it’s just a matter of getting them the help that they need and trying to be supportive. And there are pitfalls like being careful not to enable self-destructive behavior or abandoning your own happiness while trying to help them with theirs. So when I see a saying like that, it’s like a curse of reductiveness.
Well, curse of reductiveness in that worn, trite sayings are about all you have time to say and have remembered on a day when a lot is going on and things are crazy. Any advice given to me on that day bounced right off of my brain, and it was an uncle I admire that was the first to tell me that people will say “happy wife, happy life” to me, and to count how many times, but to know it’s also a valid advice. The situation forces the reductiveness. It is sort of interesting to me how it’s possible to say the same fairly specific words, and people come at it from varied perspectives to arrive at a truth in the phrase.
have zero filter and know all the tea
If someone get introduced that way i would’ve totally ask if they just drink all the tea leaves.
zero filter, 7 different french presses
Someone recently offered me the “inside baseball” and, though I looked it up and now know what it means, I still consider it a very odd phrase.
Is that the table where you use the elegant tea candle centerpiece to melt the plasticware into alien artifacts? If so, can confirm.
Reminds me of the wedding scene during the credits to The Birdcage where each side of the aisle is seated likewise.
Best mostly due to the “several gay people” and “witchy aunt.”
I write to you all from the parents table.
It began lame as hell. I was a single man with a married brother who had a young child. I was clearly there to keep them company.
Later, there I was with my own child. At a table of people I didn’t know with children. Next to the goddamn speaker.
Then, I’m happy to report, I was at one of my favorite cousins weddings. I was there with her oldest brother and his child my kids age. And a bunch of other people with kids that age. And it was awesome. Finally.
I submit the best table at a wedding is one that you really fit in with. Whatever commonality that may be.
Sounds like a good time to me.
I, my sister and 2 of my other cousins were much younger than all of my other cousins who were all about the same age. When my older cousins all started getting married my younger cousins and I would all get stuck at the kids table with a random friend or two of the married couple, the MC, the wedding DJ and the photographer.
I always was the random friend getting sat at the kids table lol.
