You haven't lived until you've been to a German wedding.
I've been to several, as my girlfriend of 13 years is German.
One featured a fat moustachioed man in a piano tie playing a cheap Yamaha keyboard, John Shuttleworth style, as the musical entertainment.
Another featured an elaborate and extremely lengthy performance that involved eight friends of the couple sat in a row at a table, banging out complex rhythms using stacks of fluorescent plastic tumblers, interspersed with someone reading out facts about the bride & groom from a sheet of paper. I still have no idea what the fuck that was about.
They have all involved recitals of (non-humorous) poetry written for the occasion.
The beer, however, is unsurpassed. "A keg of the local Kölsch, for me? To drink until 5 in the morning? Oh go on, then."
I've been to several, as my girlfriend of 13 years is German.
One featured a fat moustachioed man in a piano tie playing a cheap Yamaha keyboard, John Shuttleworth style, as the musical entertainment.
Another featured an elaborate and extremely lengthy performance that involved eight friends of the couple sat in a row at a table, banging out complex rhythms using stacks of fluorescent plastic tumblers, interspersed with someone reading out facts about the bride & groom from a sheet of paper. I still have no idea what the fuck that was about.
They have all involved recitals of (non-humorous) poetry written for the occasion.
The beer, however, is unsurpassed. "A keg of the local Kölsch, for me? To drink until 5 in the morning? Oh go on, then."