A friend – let’s just call him The Dog Man – recently added a string to his bow and became a celebrant. He comes to the world of Celebrancy (apparently a real word) with some very solid credentials: he has had himself an ongoing stint as a priest on a long-running soap opera and, I believe, has officiated at no less than four on-screen weddings. So The Dog Man might find himself in great demand as a celebrant by fans of this TV show – but actually, I’m hoping he finds himself more in demand as a performer. Perhaps he could showcase his talents at the weddings by singing the vows or perhaps even presenting them in the form of interpretive dance? Just a suggestion.
Actually, my husband and I pretty much chose our celebrant because he’d done an Elvis wedding in a jumpsuit. And interestingly enough, Greg Evans – he of Australian 80s game show “Perfect Match” fame (and I use the word “fame” there in the loosest of senses) – has also become a celebrant. But I think he probably does his celebranting (not a real word) without Dexter the Robot, which is kind of a shame – it’s a little like having Howard Moon without Vince Noir – but also probably for the best as it would somewhat spoil the Big Day if Dexter pronounced the bride and groom to only have a compatibility score of 22%.
But, as usual, I digress. Back to The Dog Man and his new career. As it turns out, he asked me to do the calligraphy on the marriage certificates, which I was very pleased to do as my handwriting is my One True Vanity (everyone has one… what’s yours?). Having largely spent my Saturday in a leisurely fashion with the kids screaming and fighting and my husband throwing up in the background (having come down with an acute case of the Irish Gastro – see “The Irish Flu” for details), we swung by The Dog Man’s place of work for me to quickly do a marriage certificate. Leaving everyone in the car, I ran in by myself and was half-way through calligraphing (now apparently that *is* a real word) when I realised – at precisely the same moment The Dog Man did – that I had misspelt the Bride’s name.
You see, the Bride had a reasonably common name with a twist in the spelling. I’ve subsequently googled her name and the standard spelling appears 20,500,000 times, while this mild variation appears 416,000 times – thats 49:1. Even Google, in its ultimate wisdom, asked me if I meant to search for the standard form in its patronising underlined-italicised way – Do you mean: XXXX ? Just because Google knows that I once googled “Google” and clicked on “I’m feeling lucky” doesn’t mean it has to come over all Mother Superior with me. I was bored, okay? (and for the record, the “I’m feeling lucky” button took me straight back to the Google home page, which was actually lucky for Google because it would have been quite embarrassing if I’d been taken straight to http://www.lezbunnies.com instead – and remember, I’ll know if someone clicks on that link from this page).
Look, I’m not against unusual names – why, I have one myself and, when combined with my surname, it makes me one of the most easily google-able people on the planet (thus I hide behind the “Not Drowning Mother” moniker). My beef is with really common names dressed up as unusual names like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Consider “Christina” versus “Krysstynah”. They’re pronounced the same way and yet one name gives a child a fighting chance of growing up reasonably well-adjusted, while the other name condemns a child to a life of forever spelling her name over the phone and getting it misspelt on birthday cards and official documents (such as marriage certificates, for example). I say, if you want your child to have an unusual name, go the whole hog and choose one that sounds unusual as well as looks unusual, perhaps like Jeksqueaxxx or Fafafafapththhhhh (for more helpful hints like this one on naming your child, see my NDM Guide on the subject).
Anyway, there was no back-up certificate for me to start again on and, although The Dog Man was really okay about it all (he’s an actor, after all, and even if he wasn’t okay, he could make himself look okay), I walked back to the car to Sir Chuck-a-lot and the Screaming Banshees with a heavy heart. I even had myself a little cry as I drove along because I Just. Felt. So. Stupid. and then decided to put it in a bubble and blow it away. And that would have been that, had we not – quite by chance – passed a street with the Bride’s name but with the standard spelling. At that point, my tears turned to rage and my husband, god bless him, suggested we turn up at the wedding the next day to to throw tomatoes at the Bride – but I corrected him and said we should throw tomatoes at The Parents of the Bride who cursed her with the unusual spelling and if a crazed woman turned up at their precious daughter’s wedding day in a beat-up Tarago with her three screaming kids and her vomiting husband just to pummel them violently with vegetable matter, they only had themselves to blame. But look, I didn’t do it. Just talking about it made me feel better and I’ve clearly moved on from all that now. Clearly.
Another great post!
And I agree, enough with these crazy spellings. Of course, my name has three different, all equal spellings (thanks, mom.) so I really can’t throw stones. While my youngest son has a name with two different spelling, I took the original, which turns out to confused people any ways.
So if you want a crazy name for your child, your just going to have to do what celebrities do and name them after objects like Apple or comic book characters like Jor-EL
Well there you go, pride really does come before a fall – your One True Vanity being your downfall on this occassion. Poor you. Serves you right.
I’m just pissed off because I spent the first half of the post thinking your friend had become Celibate. So I’m just sour grapes now (i.e. I’m stupid thefore I scorn you for being vain about your caligraphy). Oh and I can’t spell ‘occassion’ (see above).
Sour grapes, sour grapes, sour grapes..
I’ll try and put it all in a bubble and ‘blow it away’ (your description was very funny) – cos really my One True Vanity was being disarmingly witty but oh look someone else seems be sporting that particular vanity rather well…..! Pah!
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Steve Martin shares your pain;
Dr Hfuhruhurr, Miss Mhelmahay and Sandy but with two “a”s an “i” and a loveheart at the end.
Stupid different name spelling.
If I could I would handwrite this comment to show Fee S just exactly what my One True Vanity is based on. “Read it and weep, Fee S”, I’d say (praying that I’d written her name correctly).
I’m just a bit disappointed that nobody has clicked on the http://www.lezbunnies.com link yet – MM I was counting on you at least to do it, although I wouldn’t have been able to identify the clicker as being you.
Apparently it’s a site dedicated to a special place “Where the Girls Play… with Eachother [sic]”. I love the lack of a gap between Each and Other – it makes it all feel so much more intimate…
Happy to oblige.
Can we have a blog party to celebrate the US election?
Fingers crossed you’re going to write a post on it….
I totally clicked on it, girl! Repeatedly.
I’m just dying to know the bride’s name! Was is Jennipher? Coreeeeeeeenah? Allive? Dying. Must. Know.
Calligraphy huh? One True Vanity? Hmmm. Must think about that. Does eyebrow maintenance count?