If they do not change his mind, it will be the first wedding, on which I would not mind to be. It is terribly interesting how adults and independent people will be able to come out of such a stress-forming situation, one of which is also a foreigner. All I have seen before, clearly did not cost the morning hangover.
Actually, my experience is minimal. But my eyes with a carefree life broke up a classmate, classmate and colleague for work. The first was a little over twenty, second and third - almost twenty five. The student wedding took place very carefree for the students themselves and a little nervously for parents - they were embarrassed that the kids even before receiving a diploma about higher education will become Pope and Mom. An classmate at the time of marriage was already a young specialist, knew how to make a serious face and was in no hurry to turn his mother in her grandmother. It was not easy for a woman: she worried about the bride and believed that her only son, a medalist and a reddip lug could find someone more recently. The mood of the new mother-in-law classmate was exactly the opposite. She wrote poems and finally got a reason and the public to declamar the writings. The poetic evening in the interiors of dining houses passed quite emotionally, although it cost without a fight.
All this happened at the beginning of the nineties, and it is not surprising that both events were impregnated with Soviet traditions and aromas. Unlike wedding number three. She is a blonde, confident in his irresistible, he is a film producer, although few people understood that it is meant by this. Parents prevented fun, so there was a restaurant in Moscow for them, and people proven were loaded into the plane and delivered in place near Florence. There were a lot of delicious food and wine, too much conversations about gifts and wedding outfits, a couple of ugly triggers from bride's girlfriends and obsessive bubbing about their own greatness in the execution of the groom and his buddies.
As a result, the blonde and the type, called himself a filmroducer, broke up in three or four months and for a long time tolerated jokes about what would be good for the divorce to go in Florence. And the heroes of two old-fashioned goulans still together. Children are growing and remember their wedding defile with good, albeit indulgent smiles. Personally me as a person who, instead of a wedding, there was a family dinner, always amuse conversations about the "main day in life". For me, so the wedding is just a banquet, and most importantly will begin after it. Or will end.
P. S. Still, it was necessary to break this couple for a divorce in Italy.