I just came across this wedding on the net, and holy balls... Here I thought our wedding was "offbeat." Ha! Boy, was I wrong. This wedding blows us out of the
bong water. Well, I guess that's expected when two of the biggest marijuana activists get married and invite their closest marijuana activist friends. Yep, that would be the result of taking one of the "D's" in "wedding" and replacing it with an "E."
If your asshole is scrunching in uptight horror right about now from the subject matter of this post,
then you need to get a clue, marijuana isn't hurting anybody, then I suggest you close your browser, if you haven't already...*
Ok. Remember when I
joked and said that after the judge pronounces us "Husband and Wife," we're going to perform the ceremonial lover's kegstand? Well get a load of this: After the officiant pronounced these two hippie-lettuce-lovers "Husband and Wife," they packed a bowl of the finest herb The Great White North has to offer in their ornately designed, three foot bong, both took enormous, ball-busting rips, then "exchanged the holy smoke" with a kiss.
Not.Even.Shitting.You.
See this picture right over
here... the one with the bride doing a keg stand... Doesn't sound *quite* as nuts as it did before, am I right? Certainly not compared to a bride and groom double-teaming a 3-foot bong in lieu of an "I Do"...
This may sound totally crazy, but this
wedding weeding, above all emotions, made me undeniably, and utterly
happy. I live in
the land of freedom California where it's legal to get a Medical Marijuana license, so it's not such a taboo thing to smoke out here. With that said, I loved everything about this wedding. Even though marijuana is generally considered "wildly inappropriate" for a wedding, I didn't see it that way at all in this case. I saw this marriage as an extremely proud display of "flying one's freak flag" with heads held high (literally). And let's be clear; by "freak flag," I mean "true personality." I don't care what your politics are. If that's the wedding this couple wanted in their hearts, then you have to give it up to them for letting it bleed.
My point is this: Why would you ever want someone who doesn't support your's and your partner's unique love to attend your wedding? It simply doesn't make any sense in my mind. I say, "Embrace me. Love me for the person that I am, and the life partner I will be." And I suppose those that wanted to celebrate that special kind of love, attended. And those that didn't, didn't. Simple as that. This wedding shows me that love is expressed in many, beautifully strange and awesome ways. And that a wedding truly can be a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g you want to make it.**
And let's get one thing straight, once and for all: If my ass were present at this wedding, I'd be the first to light the *fuck* up.
There. I said it.
Who's with me!?
*Ok. I admit that was mean of me. I love all of my readers. My apologies for the slight outburst.
**Yeah, I'm admitting my rant post on Twilight-themed Weddings completely goes against this statement. What can I say? I've grown, people.
