The bridal business is as big in Kunming as bootleg DVDs. You can rent dresses by the weekend for the big event. Or, if you have a student whose parents own one of the premiere t boutiques in Kunming, you can graciously borrow them by the school day.
Long story short, we celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary b reynewing our vows in front of our 150 shortest friends.
I allowed my students picked out the dress. It was the stuff
fairy tales are made of: organza, bling and poofiness. All that was missing was
pixie dust.
At the Bridal Salon, I got a crash lesson on how to hover
over a squatty in the dress without peeing on the crinoline. Two friends transformed
my classroom into a bridezilla world, then helped me get to the school
auditorium for a 9:15 ceremony.
The students were excited and dressed for the occasion…well most of them.
The ceremony lasted 30 minutes, including a music selection
from my students.
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Mr. Mac vowed to honor, love and cherish Mrs. Mac forever,
along with share his tootsie rolls.
He had second thoughts about that one.
In honor of Mr. Mac’s Californian background, the minister –Greg
Letherer, wore beach shorts.
The students squealed when we kissed…kissed…and kissed
again, even though the invitations clearly said NO GIGGLING.
We didn’t hand out cigarettes to
our guests—as they do at traditional Chinese weddings– just lots of cake.
The best thing is, no one was
tardy for fourth period, not even the bride.