LUE: Wedding Thoughts
Jul. 29th, 2024 06:17 pmEyal and I have been married for six months now, according to the civil calendar. Naturally I have some thoughts about the wedding.
I don't have many regrets. Our rabbi was amazing. He somehow managed to make a ceremony both meaningful and short, in Hebrew and English, while working the crowd like a pro. Eyal's uncle Baruch even joked that he wanted to re-marry his wife Aviva so he could have our rabbi!
We included a lot of meaningful touches to the ceremony, and I really appreciated that our rabbi managed it so that I could give a ring to Eyal under the canopy while still respecting Jewish law.
My cousin Ruth complimented the music - she said that when she heard the first notes of the processional and saw me step forward escorted by Sarah and Orit on the livestream, she started bawling. Our processional was "The Kiss" from Last of the Mohicans, which is an orchestral arrangement of Dougie Maclean's "The Gael." Yes, it will give you chills, and yes, it was a nod to my Scots heritage. She also found the recessional a tear-jerker - "I Will Wait" by Mumford & Sons. Meaningful to us because we chose to wait a long time to get engaged and also to have a long engagement (by Israeli standards - most engagements in Israel are three or four months). Our first dance, Runrig's cover of "Rhythm Of My Heart" was also a nod to my Scots heritage as well as an absolute banger.
However, I do regret not handing the DJ a "Do Not Play" List. Not so much for the reception music - he played the usual stuff, which I don't mind - I wanted recognizable stuff to get people on the dance floor (which they did - Benny and Baruch tore up the dance floor despite being in their eighties). No, my objection was to the music he played during the cocktail hour before the ceremony.
Yes, he played "Stairway To Heaven."
I wanted to kill him. I would rather he have played "Mustang Sally," "Smoke On The Water," "Whipping Post," and "Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw" back to back. But hey, every wedding needs a hiccup.
We also regret not inviting more of Eyal's coworkers (we only invited his "work husband" Doron). To be fair we were still reeling from the whole Mark-ghosting-Eyal drama (and I doubt Eyal will ever forgive him for that).
On the whole, though, it was a success. The one gift that wasn't money (money is the usual gift for an Israeli wedding - registries are unheard of here) we treasure - a pair of Shabbat candlesticks. Perfect start for building a Jewish home.
I don't have many regrets. Our rabbi was amazing. He somehow managed to make a ceremony both meaningful and short, in Hebrew and English, while working the crowd like a pro. Eyal's uncle Baruch even joked that he wanted to re-marry his wife Aviva so he could have our rabbi!
We included a lot of meaningful touches to the ceremony, and I really appreciated that our rabbi managed it so that I could give a ring to Eyal under the canopy while still respecting Jewish law.
My cousin Ruth complimented the music - she said that when she heard the first notes of the processional and saw me step forward escorted by Sarah and Orit on the livestream, she started bawling. Our processional was "The Kiss" from Last of the Mohicans, which is an orchestral arrangement of Dougie Maclean's "The Gael." Yes, it will give you chills, and yes, it was a nod to my Scots heritage. She also found the recessional a tear-jerker - "I Will Wait" by Mumford & Sons. Meaningful to us because we chose to wait a long time to get engaged and also to have a long engagement (by Israeli standards - most engagements in Israel are three or four months). Our first dance, Runrig's cover of "Rhythm Of My Heart" was also a nod to my Scots heritage as well as an absolute banger.
However, I do regret not handing the DJ a "Do Not Play" List. Not so much for the reception music - he played the usual stuff, which I don't mind - I wanted recognizable stuff to get people on the dance floor (which they did - Benny and Baruch tore up the dance floor despite being in their eighties). No, my objection was to the music he played during the cocktail hour before the ceremony.
Yes, he played "Stairway To Heaven."
I wanted to kill him. I would rather he have played "Mustang Sally," "Smoke On The Water," "Whipping Post," and "Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw" back to back. But hey, every wedding needs a hiccup.
We also regret not inviting more of Eyal's coworkers (we only invited his "work husband" Doron). To be fair we were still reeling from the whole Mark-ghosting-Eyal drama (and I doubt Eyal will ever forgive him for that).
On the whole, though, it was a success. The one gift that wasn't money (money is the usual gift for an Israeli wedding - registries are unheard of here) we treasure - a pair of Shabbat candlesticks. Perfect start for building a Jewish home.