I’ve been struggling to add to this series for a while, not because I haven’t been busking but because nothing really seems worth writing about anymore. What with all the weird old men, quirky musicians, and grumpy market stall owners, I thought I had seen everything this high street had to offer. [SPOILER ALERT: I was wrong.]
So my friend and I were playing on a corner, when this couple came up to us and asked if we were both over eighteen. My first thought was that these were more of those people who thought we ought not to be busking if we didn’t pay tax and have a family to support; my friend thought they might have been asking us to play in a pub.
“We need two official witnesses for our wedding.” … I blinked.
They explained that it was quite a “spontaneous” thing and they didn’t have anyone else with them. Still a little confused we agreed and arranged to meet them in about an hour’s time when the wedding was.
As they walked off we looked at each other, not sure what to say. This must have been the weirdest encounter either of us had ever had on these streets and that is saying something.
Sure enough an hour later they turned up again and walked us up to the town registry office, chatting as they went. It turns out they hadn’t just not brought anyone else with them, they hadn’t told them they were doing this either! Friends, parents, family, all had been left in the dark, even their thirteen year old son, who was on a school trip at the time. In fact as far as their son was aware they were already married – his mother had changed her name by deed poll before he was born and they had exchanged rings at the time, but never actually gotten married. And this was how they wanted to keep things, their son would carry on assuming they had been married for years, and everyone else would carry on imagining that they would just never get married. It was a total secret – they didn’t want to tell anyone!
“It’s all about personal choice. For us it’s always been about the marriage, not the wedding” the woman explained, “We never wanted all the fuss of a big party”.
So me, my friend, and about three people who worked in the registry office were the only ones who would ever know; and weirdly enough, even though it was so unusual, their decision made sense to all of us.
“Yes, it’s fair enough when you think of all the money people spend on weddings these days – twenty grand some people spend!” the registrar remarked as we waited in the lobby, and don’t I know it. I’ve been invited to two weddings recently and one of these couples spent over a hundred pounds on postage just to send out save-the-dates. “I knew a couple,” she carried on, “who flew out to the Caribbean with just one close friend each to get married out there to save money. But when they came back and told their parents what they’d done, they insisted on having a blessing in a church and a big celebration and it ended up costing them just as much. So you just keep it a secret won’t you!” she advised them. And as far as we know, that’s just what they did.
The ceremony was a very surreal experience. It took place in a small but very smart-looking room, and the registrars were wearing fairly posh work clothes, but my friend and I – witnesses literally drafted in off the street – were in jeans, and our instruments were arranged as tidily as we could manage all over the floor.
His wedding suit was denim shorts and a t-shirt with some logo on it. He had a healthy amount of stubble, and flip-flops on his feet. Her wedding gown was a faded black summer dress with red flowers on it. Her hair was in pig tails and she had little to no makeup on her face.
It struck me that they were beginning their marriage as they meant to go on. Their vows contained the phrase “I promise to laugh with you, cry with you, and grow with you.” And sure enough right after they’d made them, she teased him for having his sunglasses on his head throughout the ceremony and they giggled as they struggled to put rings on each other’s fingers.
To be honest “you may now kiss the bride” was the first physical indication that this pair was romantically involved and that’s what I loved about them. These two weren’t about making a big show of their love – hence the lack of a big wedding. But they were so obviously in love. Thirteen years after their son was born and they still beamed at each other when one caught the other’s eye. And they basically ran away in secret to get married without telling a single soul – it wasn’t for anyone else, it was just for each other.
And obviously, as indeed the woman kept saying, it’s all about personal choice. Even my most unconventional of friends want to have a slightly more traditional wedding than this, simply as an excuse to have a big party, but it made me smile that this kind of marriage, one that was literally nothing to do with a wedding, could exist.
I was thinking about this hours later back at home when I suddenly realised something terrible.
The buttons of the plaid shirt I had been wearing that day were not lined up.
I had just attended a WEDDING (albeit possibly the most informal wedding imaginable) in which I was one of only TWO guests and my shirt wasn’t on straight. And I’ve still got the wonky tan line to prove it.