Skip to main content

Riverdance and Vasily... an Irish wedding experience.

This weekend I went back to Ireland to celebrate the marriage of my beautiful cousin Roisin to her very lucky and equally wonderful husband Dean. It was the second O'Dwyer family wedding in three weeks and I was very excited about what lay ahead.


The weekend didn't let me down! Whenever there is an O'Dwyer gathering we have a couple of words that sum up the weekend. When Nicola got married three weeks ago my buzzwords afterwards were 'mass-booklets' and 'shoe-dance'. For Roisin's wedding my buzz words are the title of this blog: 'Vasily' and 'Riverdance'.

Vasily was an interesting character. He was a Georgian waiter working at the reception and he was without a doubt one of the rudest, most inappropriate people I have ever met. He shouted at us when it was time to for the meal. He told one of the girls at our table that he was only there because his pal had diarrhoea he knocked over chairs, he hit people with his napkin, sometimes he just hit people, he was scratching his bum as he served tables and then would touch plates. Oh he was awful. But we were very tolerant. In hindsight too tolerant but nobody wants to upset the day for the bride and groom. Do they? Everyone was aware of him. He was the hot topic of conversation. It was all terribly awkward.

After the meal, the waiting staff were handing out tea and coffee. Vasily was at the top table when all of a sudden he was knocked off his feet. The tray he was holding went flying across the floor and he lay motionless for a few minutes. People started to offer CPR. They thought something serious had happened. My uncle Liam was a the top table howling with laughter. It was very awkward. All of a sudden Vasily rose with a microphone in his hand. He started to speak about the people in the room and how some of them needed to be mentioned for their behaviours that evening. The room was silent with shock. Suddenly he broke into a thick Dublin accent. It turned out Vasily was an actor my Uncle Liam (the bride's father) had hired to prank the guests. He had been setting us up all night. Not even the waiting staff at the hotel staff knew. Only Uncle Liam, a handful of guests and the hotel manager. Hilarious and mortifying at the same time.

The other buzzword that I have given you is Riverdance. I think, there may be a new O'Dwyer tradition. We have our shoe dance which will remain for as long as we have family gatherings. Now we have Riverdance. There is a video. If you meet me ask me to show you. It is hilarious. In fact, ask any of the O'Dwyer cousins. Most have a copy of it at this stage. There are many words that describe our version of Riverdance: disgraceful, uncoordinated, energetic, unexpected. I think the one thing that is obvious is how much fun we have together as a family. We genuinely get on so well. 

Image result for river dance
The real Riverdance
Our Riverdance
with our own Michael Flatley


I really enjoyed my weekend. I was rather lucky too, I changed my plans on Monday due to an unexpected message on Sunday and decided to go spend some time with my grandmother instead of the person I had intended to try to meet. She is celebrating a big birthday soon and it was lovely to just be able to spend some quality time with her, which I never really get a chance to do any more as my time in Ireland tends to be micro-managed. I had a wonderful day with her and she taught me a lovely bread recipe. I look forward to trying it out here in Scotland! I also got to catch up with some of my aunts who happened to be around that day also. It is always startling to meet my wee cousins and to see that they are not so wee any more. 

So thank you everyone for a weekend I will never forget. It was excellent.

Oh. Did I mention the strawboys? No?
Have a look at this...






Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Farewell 2017! Farewell!

Where did 2017 go? Is it just me or did 2017 just fly by like a whirling dervish? Tomorrow we celebrate Hogmaney in all its glory and I can't wait. I am leaving 2017 on such a high, and I can't wait to see where 2018 takes me.
I got an email today from myself. It was an email I sent to myself 5 year ago via a website called www.futureme.org . You should go and have a look, it is a very peculiar thing to send your future self an email. Anyway, I digress. The email told me where I hoped to be five years ago. Some of it I have done, some of it I have not but what I found very interesting was how my perception of happiness and contentment have changed in the last five years. That got me thinking. It is amazing how much my perception of happiness and contentment have changed in the past year!

2017 was for me a year of growth and a year of self discovery.
I feel I found myself a lot this year. I found comfort in myself and a confidence in my capabilites.
It was a rollercoaster year …

Day 2 - 20 facts about me

I always struggle with challenges such as these, where I have to give some facts about myself. Can I think of 20 things and if so will they be any good? Pressure! Well... here goes....

1. I love letters. Not bills and what not, I mean real, news filled letters. I have a handful of people whom I write to, and they write back in return. Alas, I am not very good at replying in a timely manner! I have had penpals since I was about 11 years old. Two of which were from Belarus. Their names were Tatiana and Irena. One of the highlights of their letters were the wee boxed stationery that they used to write on. I loved it so much.
2. I dislike sheep. Immensely.
3. I have 2 tattoos. One of a fairy, and one of a fox.
4. I love ducks and foxes. And Hairy Coos.
5. I think puns are severely underrated.
6. My favourite book is Jane Eyre.
7. My favourite author is more difficult... maybe Jasper Fforde... though the compilations of Irish tales by Sinead DeValera have a special place in my heart as do …

Happy 30th birthday Marguerite

Dear Marguerite,
In an alternative reality we are preparing ourselves for the weekend of a lifetime this weekend, you turn 30 on Friday! Whoop! Happy birthday little sister! Where have the years gone? I have no doubt that we would be hitting a European city for a few cocktails and a spa weekend or I would be back in Ireland for a party to end all parties. If there was one thing you could do by the tender age of 17 it was throw a party. 
I wish more than anything that we could have that weekend together. A weekend of gossip, of laughter and probably over indulgence. No doubt you would still disapprove of my style, my ability to put on make up and my hair. No doubt your insistence on getting ready for a few hours would still drive me insane. 
I often wonder what your life is like in that alternative reality. Are you a wife? Are you a mum? Are you a career driven woman with plans of world domination? Are you a wanderer with an insatiable lust to see all the world and explore it's wo…