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Mild Wedding: Who Are You?

So, as I mentioned in the last blog post, I got married. I now have a Mild Wife. The whole process was very interesting, and there were all sorts of amusing stories along the way. Sure, there were moments of stress, but all in all, it actually went fairly well. That said, the first story that comes to mind came from the actual day of one of our ceremonies.

As you can imagine, we had a lot to think about on the day of that ceremony. There were a few things we had to set up, and the Mild Wife had to do her hair and make up for the big day. Ultimately, we decided to stay in one of the rooms offered by the venue in order to make the whole process smoother.

I mention that particular detail because it meant that we were hanging around the venue for longer than just the ceremony. We had at least a couple of meals there (we were feeling lazy about driving anywhere), and talked to a few members of the venue's staff off and on throughout our stay there. In fact, at one point, the receptionist started laughing because she kept seeing us walk past. It was all in fun, so we laughed along and waved hello.

Now, while the Mild Wife was getting ready, I needed to get myself out of the way. We're not super traditional, but we did want the dress to be a surprise for me. So, I changed into my suit and cleared out. Luckily for me, the venue had a waiting room where I could hang out. I still had a few details to coordinate, but I didn't want to be walking around the whole time. I just wanted a base of operations of sorts, where I could sit down and make phone calls or coordinate with folks.

So, I walked up to the receptionist, the same lady that would laugh and say hello when we walked by. I'm not going to do the conversation justice, but it went roughly as follows:

Me: "Hi, can I use that room?"
Receptionist: "Sure. Are you one of the groomsmen?"
Me: "Um, I'm the groom."
Receptionist: "Oh ... one second."

Remember, this was the same person that had recognized both me and the Mild Wife hours before. Somehow, though, I looked different enough in the suit that she had no idea who I was. It was like Clark Kent turned into Superman. I chuckled to myself, and waited for the room to be available (luckily, there were chairs in the lounge area).

However, I saw our photographers walking up as I sat down, so I went to greet them. I also figured I'd have to direct them, so it seemed like a good idea to walk towards them. As one of the photographers would later admit, however, she also did not recognize me. Now, this was someone who spent a few hours doing nothing but taking picture of the Mild Wife and me during our engagement shoot. And it's not like I was completely dressed down for the engagement shoot, either. Yet, she, too, was thrown off by the suit.

Many hours later, once the ceremony had finished, the Mild Wife had a good long laugh about the whole thing. Though I will say, apparently this means I clean up a nice. Perhaps a little too nice.

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