#wedding

I've been sober for two-and-a-half years, My children are happy. In August, my wife and I will celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary. My band is back together with a sold-out tour. ↗

— Trey Anastasio

#august #back #band #been #celebrate

One tradition I have with my friends is that when one of us gets married, we have a ton of fragrance oils and pretty bottles at the bachelorette party. Everyone puts a drop or two in a bottle for the bride and makes a wish, and the bride wears our creation on her wedding day. ↗

— Jennifer Aniston

#bottles #bride #creation #day #drop

All the information you could want is constantly streaming at you like a runaway truck - books, newspaper stories, Web sites, apps, how-to videos, this article you're reading, even entire magazines devoted to single subjects like charcuterie or wedding cakes or pickles. ↗

— Mario Batali

#books #cakes #constantly #could #devoted

Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#behind #bride #fine #happiness #her

I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#church #conducted #event #i #moon

I don't know nothing about no marriages or nothing. I ain't even never been to a wedding. ↗

— Mike Epps

#about #been #even #i #know

When widows exclaim loudly against second marriages, I would always lay a wager than the man, If not the wedding day, is absolutely fixed on. ↗

— Henry Fielding

#against #always #day #fixed #i

The weddings that I've been in have been pretty mellow. ↗

— Kristen Wiig

#i #mellow #pretty #weddings

Life, weddings, relationships, road trips, gardening, making out, haircuts: few of the fun things in life always go as expected. ↗

— Ariel Meadow Stallings

#relationships #weddings #life

He can't get it up!" Richard is exultant... Oh God. This is how rumors start. This is how misunderstandings happen and archdukes get shot and world wars begin. "Listen, both of you!" I say fiercely. "Lottie has said nothing whatsoever to me about anything being up...or down." "Mine is up," volunteers Noah matter-of-factly, and I gasp in horror before I can stop myself. OK, Fliss. Don't overreact. Be cool. Be an enlightened parent. "Really, darling? Gosh. Well." My cheeks have flamed. Both men are waiting with expressions of glee. "That's...that's interesting, sweetheart. Maybe we'll have a little talk about it later. Our bodies do wonderful, mysterious things, but we don't always talk about them in public." I give a meaningful look to Richard. Noah seems perplexed. "But the lady talked about it. She told me to put it up." "What?" I stare at him in confusion. "For takeoff. 'Put your tray table up." "Oh." I gulp. "Oh, I see. Your tray table." I can feel a snort of mirth rising. "Poor Uncle Ben's tray table doesn't go up," says Richard, deadpan. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#wedding-night #men