Theft of a groom at a wedding scenario.
An unusual option is when there is not enough money to pay the ransom, and the witness is given a bag so that he can go around the guests asking for help. Invitees can put any paper or metal items in the bag, but only if the man asks strongly. Also, those around him can assign him a task when his pleas do not impress them. After the knapsack is full, it is exchanged for a girl. Theft of a shoe A more benign version of theft is the theft of a shoe. When shoes are stolen, the tasks must be completed by witnesses. What to do to steal shoes:
- Warn the toastmaster who plans to do this, the organizer will help you choose the best time.
- Warn the newlyweds about the planned action. Otherwise, the bride or groom may not understand what is happening and get scared. And the first reaction is to fight back with all your might.
Scenario . groom was kidnapped
A skit-game with guests at a wedding based on the fairy tale by Leonid Filatov “About Fedot the Archer, a daring fellow.” Usually at weddings the bride is kidnapped, but the groom can be kidnapped unexpectedly for everyone.
The spelling reflects colloquial pronunciation so that the color of speech is clear. Characters: Tsar, Nanny, Minister. Noise in the wedding hall. Witness and bride: - Where is the groom, and where is our groom, the groom was stolen! The king appears, surrounded by a retinue of a nanny and a minister. Minister: I report: don’t make noise, don’t yell and don’t make noise. We stole your groom and he’s warming up in Siberia. King: What are you talking about, you dumbass? Announce me, slave. And introduce me to the bride! I came to get married. Minister: So, this is the king - Our permanent sovereign. He yearned for love, There was a fire in his chest.
Rite of marriage
The twinning ceremony is carried out in the second part of the feast. Of course, it has no practical meaning - everyone has known each other for a long time. Therefore, this event should be perceived as a symbol of unity and, importantly at a wedding, a reason to have fun.
Medals and/or ribbons are prepared in advance (bought or ordered) with the inscriptions “best mother-in-law”, “wonderful father-in-law”, “beloved mother-in-law”, “dear father-in-law”. Three families - the newlyweds, the parents of the bride, the groom - are called to the center of the hall.
There is no need to delay the ceremony too much; you can limit it to 5–7 minutes, which is why the scenarios are usually simple.
Here are some examples:
- The simplest option is for the presenter to present medals and ribbons to parents, introducing the “awardee.” Then a beautiful large bowl is filled with mead and presented to the participants in the ritual in turn. First, the bride's parents are given a drink (the mother-in-law drinks first), then the groom's parents (starting with the mother-in-law), the bride drinks next, then the groom, finishing the drink to the bottom. Considering that someone may, for one reason or another, not drink alcohol, it would be good to specify the contents of the cup in advance. Instead of mead, you can use, for example, chilled mint tea generously seasoned with honey.
- Option with dancing - the toastmaster introduces the bride’s mother and assigns her the honorary title “mother-in-law”, presenting her with a corresponding medal, after which she dances with the groom. Next, the groom’s mother is introduced, given the title “best/favorite mother-in-law,” and given a medal with the appropriate inscription. Mother-in-law dances with the bride. Lastly, the father of the bride and the father of the groom are presented, presenting the “father-in-law” and “father-in-law” medals, respectively. It is expected that men should dance with each other, but if they do not have such a desire, then the couples can be father-in-law - mother-in-law, father-in-law - mother-in-law. At the end of the ceremony, relatives kiss each other (or just hug, if there is no desire to kiss).
- The rite of marriage is in the form of a competition - parents receive titles and medals after passing comic tests. For example, a group of young people, 5–6 people, including the groom, comes to the center. The mother of the bride is blindfolded, after which each man says a few words. The point is that the woman recognizes her son-in-law by his voice, for which she is given the title “mother-in-law” and awarded a medal. Then 5-6 women, including the bride, come out, and the groom’s mother, blindfolded, shakes hands with them. She must sense by touch where her daughter-in-law's hand is. For passing this test, she receives the title “mother-in-law” and a medal with the appropriate inscription. Fathers can be awarded titles and medals without testing.
At the end of the ceremony, the related relatives hug together, which, in fact, can be stopped. You can supplement the rite of marriage with the rite of removing the veil.
At the end of the evening, the mother-in-law removes the veil from the daughter-in-law and ties a scarf or scarf around her head. A touching ancient custom is a kind of initiation into a wife.
Episode script: stealing a groom at a wedding
We will draw it in a lottery among our employees! - What?! – N. can’t stand it. – I won’t allow my fiance to play the lottery! - Shhh! – ZF tries to calm her down. - Oh, is this your fiancé? - GE’s eyes glow with an insidious light (I don’t know how to portray this - editor’s note) - That’s why he got it right: “I have a fiancée there!” Let go!” - Yes! - shouts N. - Release him immediately! - If only you could get out of here in good health! - But we won’t leave! - N. breaks down. - Well, give me my fiance! - Listen, Mrs. Main Eshka! - ZF intervenes, as a diplomat. - Maybe we can come to an agreement somehow? - But we have nothing to agree on! - GE begins to get angry. “She recognizes her fiancé with her eyes closed, just by his nose, let her take it for herself!” But no...we'll eat both! “Angelina...” ZF swallows nervously. “Don’t let us down...” “Here, blindfold her,” GE hands ZF the blindfold.
Karen Hawkins
Kidnapped groom
Nate.
Thank you for not bothering me with my endless search for “the perfect word” and for not giggling too loudly when I sang in the shower. Nate, you bring a smile to my heart.
Prologue
Ah, girls! How incredulous you are! I have met men who were under a curse. And the same women...
Old Nora of Loch Lomond to her three little granddaughters one cold night
Stirling, Scotland
April 9, 1807
Jack Kincaid died the same way he lived, the pockets of his perfectly tailored frock coat filled with money from a night of gambling, and he smelled of fine whiskey and the perfume of another man's wife.
Jack was passing away after an evening spent in a luxurious house near Stirling, where he had been lured from London by the charms of the delightful Lady Lucinda Featherington. Lord Featherington, ambassador to a distant country, was expected home any day. However, Jack quelled the lady's restless doubts with a hot kiss and proposed to her, which caused a hot, voluptuous blush on the face of this woman, who was not so easily shocked. Black Jack lived a riotous life, and many hearts rushed towards him only to be broken against the strongholds of his heart. Still, the women had a great time in his bed.
A few hours later, the rumble of a carriage in the driveway caused the lady to scream, throw away the blankets and break free from Jack's embrace. Jack just laughed. He was not afraid of Lord Featherington, who was a terrible shot, while Jack never missed.
However, concern for her reputation outweighed Lucinda's feelings for Jack, and she asked him to leave.
Surprised and slightly drunk from the exquisite wines from her husband's cellars, Jack was persuaded to leave the house through the window. As soon as the master bedroom doorknob turned, Jack jumped out into the garden.
Whistling softly, he walked from the garden to the stable and collected his horse in front of the surprised groom. Then he went to catch up. In two days he manages to get to Lord Moreland's private card party. Moreland was stupid, but he received his guests with unprecedented luxury.
A more cautious gentleman would have preferred the road to York, which was straight and wide and lined with many inns. Jack chose the stagecoach road to Eyre, a deserted and gloomy road, notorious for robbers roaming around there. The Ayr Road was doubly dangerous for the drunken lone rider, dressed in an exquisite suit of London tailoring, with a ruby glinting on his finger.
Jack set off his horse at a gallop, despite the darkness and the danger of meeting the robbers. However, the weather suddenly deteriorated sharply. Clouds rolled in, thunder rumbled, and rain poured down in buckets. It was so cold and strong that Jack was soaked through in an instant. Lightning flashed and his horse reared up. Jack could not hold the slippery wet rein in his hands and flew out of the saddle. As the earth accepted him into its embrace, he smelled a faint scent of lilac, but then the impact caused him to lose consciousness.
A little later, Jack came to his senses because the rain was hitting him painfully in the face. He lay in a deep muddy puddle from which he did not have the strength to get out. Hair clung to his forehead and neck. The warm mud that held him in place was in stark contrast to the cold rain, which smelled distinctly of lilacs...
Fiona McLane.
Jack hadn't spoken to her for fifteen years, although he could describe exactly what she looked like the last time they met.
His heart sank, as there was no point in bringing up the past. And it's funny to think that the memory of Fiona came to him because the rain brought the smell of lilacs. He must have hit his head much harder than he thought. In fact, it was very difficult to think at all; pain was throbbing in my temples.
Damn it, he didn't have time for this! There were women waiting for him to bed, bets he had to win, whiskey he was going to try.
However, it seems that there will be nothing more in his sinful life.
Too late.
Groaning, he raised himself up on his elbow, the dirt began to chew on him, not letting go; Multi-colored circles swam before my eyes, the pain in my head became completely unbearable. Suddenly Jack realized that this was the end. He never thought about death. He had no intention of dying at all. Jack closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
And so, in a muddy puddle, Black Jack ended all his wanderings, and raindrops continued to fall on his face turned to the sky.
Chapter 1
The MacLains are an ancient family. They know their worth very well, so it is difficult to bargain with them. They are prudent and practical and rarely lose. Your father says he would rather be bitten by a sheep than make a deal with any of the McClanes.
Old Nora of Loch Lomond to her three little granddaughters one cold night
Gretna Tryn,
Scotland April 9, 1807
Fiona MacLaine forced herself to smile.
- Father McKenney, we came to get married.
The heavyset priest looked uncertainly from Fiona to the groom and then back to Fiona.
- B-but... he... I can't...
“You can, Father,” Fiona said calmly, tightly gripping the clasps of her purse.
Let the thunder and lightning flash, let the flood wash away everything, but she intends to put an end to this most idiotic feud in Scotland. It would cost her her freedom and her future, and she might even lose her heart. The thought made her feel a pain in the pit of her stomach. But without this marriage, she will not be able to protect her brothers from reckless actions.
“Fiona, girl,” Father McKenney said irritably, “what kind of groom is he?”
- All the more reason to marry a fool. “Seeing how the priest’s eyes flashed in surprise, she added: “It is a well-known truth that a decent woman can turn even a capricious, worthless, stubborn klutz into a decent and responsible man.”
The priest looked uncertainly at the would-be groom.
- Yes, but...
- Don't be afraid for me, Holy Father. I know he's not a gift, but he's the one I want.
“Fiona, I know this guy can benefit from your marriage.” Only…
“I know,” she said, sighing. “He’s a red tape and a womanizer who has slept with almost every woman from the North Sea to the hot spots of London.”
The priest blushed at the mention of hot places.
- Yes Yes. Everyone knows this, but...
“And he’s also a notorious waster of life who hasn’t made the slightest attempt to do anything useful.” I know that this is not a model worthy of imitation, however...
- But he’s unconscious! - The priest raised his voice. “He can’t even say his name!”
Fiona turned her gaze to where the man was. Hamish dropped it onto the cold flagstone floor at her feet. Streams of mud flowed from Kincaid's clothes onto the church floor.
- You will have to help him.
“My girl, you cannot drag an unconscious person to the altar.”
- Why?
- Because... because it doesn’t work that way, that’s why!
The priest looked at Hamish suspiciously. The hefty bodyguard, who had been taking care of the girl since birth, stood silently behind Fiona. A sword hung from his side, three loaded pistols stuck out from his wide leather belt, his face was framed by a thick red beard, and his fierce gaze seemed capable of pinning anyone to the ground.
- How did this guy end up lying unconscious in a dirty puddle? Father McKenney asked.
Fiona didn't like to lie. However, the less the priest knows, the less likely he will be to suffer retribution from her brothers. Feeling pain from the loss of their younger brother, they rushed around the MacLain castle, and their anger knew no bounds.
The McClain curses brought about a real flood. For several days, the abyss of heaven opened up, rain poured, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the river swollen from the first spring rains, threatening to flood those who lived in the village below the castle.
Fiona couldn't let that happen. And she knew how to end the feud. The first thing to do was find Jack Kincaid. Thanks to providence, Hamish heard rumors about Jack's antics with a certain woman near Stirling. After that, finding a playmaker was not difficult.
She could only hope that her future plans could be carried out. Fiona highly doubted she would be so lucky. Shrugging her shoulders, she said light-heartedly:
- We found him.
- Unconscious?
- Yes.
- Where?
- On road. The horse must have thrown him.
The priest didn't seem to be convinced.
- Why was he so wet? — Suspicion shone in his eyes. — There has been no rain in this part of Scotland for three weeks.
Fiona decided to distract the priest.
- Hamish, can you wake up this idiot? Father McKenney won't marry us until he regains consciousness.
Hamish grunted, then reached down, grabbed the unconscious Jack Kincaid by the hair and lifted his head.
Fiona saw his face and her heart sank. Even splashed with dirt and covered in wet, reddish-colored hair, it was painfully beautiful. Chiseled features, a strong chin, a proud masculine nose, dark brown hair, and if they were open, blue eyes would be worthy of the face of an angel.
But Jack was not anything but an angel.
A faint clap of thunder in the distance caused the priest to glance towards the open windows. Outside, the sun's rays gilded the stone walls; there was not a single cloud in the clear sky.
Fiona glanced at Kincaid. It took her considerable effort to restrain herself from kicking him, even slightly. Since that dark day fifteen years ago when she discovered the true nature of Jack Kincaid, she had kept all her emotions and thoughts secret. She had already decided that all this had died long ago, but, obviously, remnants of anger and indignation were still preserved somewhere in the depths of her soul.
Still holding Jack's hair, Hamish shook his head and looked at Fiona.
- This idiot doesn't wake up.
“I see,” Fiona sighed. - Leave him alone. Hamish let go of Jack's head, unfazed as it hit the floor with a thud that made the priest wince.
Father McKenney said with relief:
“In that case, you won’t be able to marry him.”
“No, I can,” Fiona said firmly. - He'll wake up soon.
The priest sighed:
“You’re the most stubborn girl I’ve ever met.”
- Only when I have to be like this. You can't deny that such a blockhead would benefit from being under the tutelage of a strong woman.
“That’s true,” Father McKenney admitted in a choked voice, “I won’t deny that.”
“I won’t put up with either his drunkenness or his revelry.” I will make him attend church regularly. Whether he knows it or not, Jack's wild days are over.
Something like pity flashed in the priest's gaze.
“You can’t force a person to change, girl.” He must want to change himself.
“Then I will make him want to change.”
The priest took her hand.
- Why did you start all this, girl?
“This is the only way to put an end to the hostility.” “Callum’s death must be the last,” she said firmly.
The priest's eyes filled with tears.
“I also mourn your brother, girl.”
“You can’t mourn Callum more than I do.” My brothers call for revenge, as if his death were not enough. Someone needs to stop this madness.
Callum, handsome Callum! Her younger brother with a white-toothed smile, impetuous and impulsive, now lies six feet below the surface, with only a stone pillar to remind him of his life. And all because of this idiotic feud that began hundreds of years ago.
The McClanes and Kincaids have been fighting for so long that no one even remembers the true reason for their mutual hatred. And so, because of Callum's stupid refusal to forgive an offensive remark on the part of one of the Kincaids, drama broke out. He got into a fight and paid for it with his life. One hit on the edge of the marble fireplace and it was all over. Callum died, and the sparks of a long-standing enmity turned into flames.
The priest squeezed her hand.
“I heard the Kincaids believe that Callum’s death was not their fault.” That it's probably someone else...
- Please, Holy Father, don’t...
The priest looked at her face. She knew what he was seeing: the circles under her eyes, the pallor, the trembling of her lips as she desperately fought back tears.
“Holy Father,” she said quietly, “my brothers blame Eric Kincaid for Callum’s death.” And nothing can convince them. But if I marry Jack, he and all his relatives will become part of our common family. My brothers will be forced to accept this. “Her determined gaze met the priest’s gaze. “I can’t lose any more brothers.” “It was felt that anger was growing in her.
Meanwhile, the thunder intensified, the clear day turned into cloudy and gloomy. Hamish nodded, as if agreeing with the unspoken thought. Father McKenney's face turned pale.
The priest's silence dragged on, and Fiona could see that he was close to agreeing. He only needed a slight nudge.
“Besides, Holy Father, if I make this sacrifice and marry in order to end the feud, it may lift the curse.”
Father McKenney swallowed loudly and pulled his hand away from her.
- Shh, girl! I don't want to talk about the curse in this holy place.
Everything was explained by the fact that he believed in him. According to ancient legends, a certain White Witch, who did not like the temper and willfulness of her great-great-grandmother Fiona, declared that from now on each member of the McClain family would have a certain influence on something as violent as themselves - the weather.
It seemed that one of the McClanes had lost control of themselves, because lightning was already setting fire to the thatched roofs of the houses in the village, and the ground was humming. The hail began to mercilessly crush the leaves of trees and bushes. Streams of water ran through the lowlands, destroying everything in their path.
Seeing that clouds were gathering over the Maclean castle standing on the hill, people hid in fear in their homes.
Fiona closed her eyes. These were her people. Her. Just like Callum was her brother. She can't let them down. If she doesn't intervene, her brothers' anger and fury will destroy everything around them.
It was possible to lift the curse only by committing an act that would bring great benefit to people. So far, no Generation has succeeded in this. Perhaps Fiona's sacrifice will count.
The girl looked at the priest from under her lowered eyelashes:
“The curse makes itself felt from time to time, father.”
The priest shook his head:
- I sympathize with your family, girl, but this is a crazy idea...
Fiona pressed her hands to her stomach in despair. “This is my last hope,” she thought and said:
- Holy Father, I have no choice. Kincaid should marry me.
Father McKenney's eyes widened.
- Holy heavens, you mean... you mean...
- Yes, I will have a child.
The priest took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his eyebrow.
- Oh my God! This changes things. I will not tolerate a bastard in my parish.
Fiona hugged the priest's neck.
- Oh, thank you, Holy Father! I knew I could rely on you.
He also hugged her and, sighing, said:
“You could have found someone else if I hadn’t helped you.”
“I don’t want another priest to marry me, father.” “Of course, Fiona always believed that one fine day she would meet a handsome man who would fall in love with her and they would have a solemn wedding in this church, surrounded by numerous guests and members of her family. Now nothing like this will happen. This thought made Fiona sad, but she immediately resolutely rejected the sad thoughts.
“Father McKenney, this is a fair cause.” It will be a good start for all of us.
The priest sighed again, then turned to Hamish.
“At least get this guy back on his feet.” No man has ever gotten married while lying on the floor.
“Thank you, father,” Fiona said. - You won't have to regret it.
“Yeah, it’s most likely not me who will have to regret it, girl.”
Fiona could only hope that the priest was wrong.
Hamish poked the prone man with his huge boot.
“Maybe we should dip his head in water?” “He turned his gaze to the large bowl.
Father McKenney perked up.
- This is holy water!
“I don’t think the Lord will be against it.” Besides, it's his wedding day, and...
- No! - Father McKenney objected firmly and pursed his lips. “Perhaps a sip of alcohol will stir this man up.”
Hamish frowned.
“Hamish,” Fiona chided him. “We must sacrifice everything.”
“You're asking too much,” Hamish grumbled. However, he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a flask. He opened it with obvious reluctance, lifted Kincaid's head and poured some liquid into his mouth.
Kincaid muttered something, but did not push the flask away. Apparently not yet regaining consciousness, he grabbed the flask with his hand and poured a substantial dose into his mouth.
- A curse! “Hamish snatched the flask from Kincaid’s hands. “You drank almost half of my supply!” “Grabping Kincaid by the collar, he lifted him up, preparing to use his fist.
“Thank you, Hamish,” Fiona hastened to thank him, standing next to Kincaid.
Kincaid blinked, puzzled, looking around.
- What is this... a church? Even in a bad dream I could not have imagined such a thing.
Fiona took his arm, trying to keep him upright. Jack leaned against her, dousing her with the scent of sandalwood and musk. She instantly remembered the hot hands and lust of another...
Thunder rumbled again over the wet garden.
Father McKenney seemed to swallow hard. Hamish looked at Fiona sternly.
Fiona blushed, then cleared her throat and said:
- Kincaid, you're really in church. You're going to marry me.
- Marry? “He turned his gaze to her, and Fiona was struck by the bright blue of his eyes. It seemed to her that she was drowning in this gaze, plunging into a lake of hot water.
A slight smile touched his lips.
“Fiona MacLaine,” he drawled in the voice of an inveterate seducer.
To her horror, Fiona felt a warmth emanating from him, which grew so quickly that she felt suffocated. The thunderclaps became louder, and gusts of heated wind made the flower heads sway and jump, and the grass seemed to be covered with ripples.
Fiona clenched her fists, forcing herself to calm down. She must not lose control of herself. Jack Kincaid had a similar effect on any woman.
Gradually she calmed down.
“Kincade, get ready,” she said cheerfully. “We have to finish this today.”
Jack glanced over her face, eyes, lips. Then he leaned towards her, and she felt his warm breath and the smell of whiskey.
“Tell me, love, if I marry you in this dream, will I be able to pave the way to your bed?”
Fiona almost choked and answered in a whisper:
- Yes, welcome to my bed. We are getting married for real, although we don’t love each other.
- Speak for yourself.
She looked up, meeting his gaze, and her heart sank.
- What do you mean?
“I mean, I’m not at all indifferent to you.” I get excited at the thought of touching you, that...
- This is not love. “Why did she think he might mean something else?” If her interactions with Jack taught her anything, it was that he was incapable of true love. “We will discuss this later, but now we must get married.”
Groom kidnapping scenario
The theft plan should be discussed in advance with the toastmaster to avoid any misunderstandings. You shouldn’t hide the young one too far, otherwise the guests who stole her will start looking for her.
It is worth remembering that pantries, basements, closets, attics and kitchens are not suitable as a place where the newlywed is allowed to hide. Leftover food, cobwebs, and dirt will not do any good to the girl and her outfit.
It is better to organize the theft of a young girl when no one is expecting it. Select in advance the place where you will hide it. People involved in kidnapping must carefully consider everything, including the ransom they will receive from the groom. It is worth considering entertainment activities for guests while the groom is looking for his beloved. At this moment, the toastmaster can entertain the guests with competitions.
Beauty pageant in Senegal
In the vastness of West Africa, an unusual tribe, the Fulbe (also called Fulani), roams. These people can be found over a vast territory from Senegal to Cameroon. But wherever the Fulbe representatives are, every year they organize a beauty contest among men. It is held so that young girls can choose their husband. Each one tries to choose the most beautiful and strong one. The best bachelors paint their faces, make themselves false wigs from lamb's wool, and wear numerous beads and earrings. In this form, they look more like women than men. But the Fulani have their own standards of beauty. The competition lasts seven days and includes a variety of challenges, from group dances to an endurance test where participants are whipped to prove their resilience and fearlessness in the face of pain. But the reward will not be long in coming - the most patient and resilient have a better chance of being liked by the most beautiful and selective girls.
Theft of a groom at a wedding scenario
What is the name of this picture?... Tsar (to the minister): Apparently, our business is rubbish. Let Andryukha get it for them. Brainstorm the problem and get them with a problem! Minister: The dancing season has begun! There is a reason for everyone to dance! We want to see rock and roll, Hey DJ, start the music! The guests are dancing. Tsar: Is the news good or bad? Report everything to me as it is. Better bitter, but true, Than pleasant, but flattery. Only if the enta news Again it will not be God knows, You can sit for 10 years for such truth. Have they completed the task? Minister: Don’t swear at the people! The dance is simple today, and now even a goat will dance, Like Liepa won’t sing! Tsar: Everyone has their own flaw. The minister is either sober or drunk. For your such service I will send you on vacation to Magadan! Is it really a question for me: Is the dance complicated or simple? I myself see the guest dancing, Like a cockroach under dichlorvos.
Minister Oh, it looks like a king, Things are bad, sir! We flew right over, If you want, hit me. The nanny brings the groom. Tsar Apparently, in this direction, Being a king is no longer for me... I wish you happiness to the young! It’s bitter, very bitter for me! Bow.
Non-standard scenario: the groom was kidnapped!
Apparently, our business is rubbish. Here, (name of the groom) get them. Brainstorm the problem, And get them with a problem! Minister. The dancing season has begun! There is a reason for everyone to dance! We want to see rock and roll, Hey DJ, start the music! The guests are dancing. Tsar. Is the news good or bad? Report everything to me as it is. Better than bitter, but true, Than pleasant, but flattery. Only if the enta news Again it will not be God knows, You can sit for such truth for 10 years. Have they completed the task? Minister.
Don’t swear at the people! The dance is simple today, and now even a goat will dance, Like Liepa won’t sing! Tsar. Everyone has their own flaw. The minister is either sober or drunk. For your such service I will send you on vacation to Magadan! Is it really a question for me: Is the dance complex or simple? I myself see the guest dancing, Like a cockroach under dichlorvos. Nurse. We will be able to puzzle them! Together with them we will sing. The one who wins in songs, To him we give victory! Minister.
Bride for sale
Before going to the registry office for the wedding, a ceremony of selling the bride is carried out. On the bride's side, the witness and bridesmaids are entrusted with conducting the bargaining. The scenario for selling the bride should correspond to the style of the entire wedding, however, the main stages differ little in different scenarios, only the surroundings and costumes are different. The traditional scenario is:
- The groom, the witness and friends drive up to the bride’s entrance, where a “welcoming committee” consisting of the witness and the bride’s girlfriends is waiting for them. Guests from both sides, as a rule, stand a little to the side, watching with interest what is happening. After comic greetings, the groom is informed that before taking his betrothed, he needs to pass a series of tests.
- The ransom consists of fun competitions and answers to tricky questions. For example, the groom is handed a wet towel and asked to tie it tightly, to show how much he loves the bride. Then, to show how quickly he can deal with problems at home, he is asked to untie the towel back. Questions for the groom are prepared in the form of puzzles, for example, they prepare a sheet of paper with many lip prints, among which he must guess the bride’s lip print. He is also asked questions about the bride herself and her parents: the bride’s favorite TV series, the future mother-in-law’s favorite book, the father-in-law’s favorite football team, and the like. For every wrong answer, the groom has to fork out money and pay a certain bribe.
- The slightly dazed groom wipes the sweat from his forehead, takes his beloved, and the wedding cortege takes them to the registry office.
In order for competitions and the process of selling a bride to be enjoyable for both young people and representatives of the older generation, it is advisable to conduct them in a friendly manner with light humor.
Funny scenario of bride kidnapping at a wedding
If the ritual drags on too long, the guests’ attention will wander, and even the most interesting scene will seem boring.
- Fully discuss all stages of the event with the bride.
- Warn the groom that they will carry out a kidnapping without disclosing the sequence of the process.
- Prepare a comfortable room where the bride and witness will be.
- If possible, install a TV in the room and broadcast live from the hall. After all, the bride should see how hard the groom is trying.
- Prepare the props without anyone noticing.
- The main thing that the bride must do is to facilitate her abduction in every possible way. This will help to quickly and efficiently carry out tests or redemptions.
How to kidnap a bride at a wedding - 3 options Bride kidnapping is a fun competition, the main characters of which are the groom and the witness.
Selling a shirt to the groom
Some rituals are known throughout the country (kidnapping of the bride or groom, bride ransom, twinning of families, giving symbolic gifts, etc.), others are typical for certain regions.
Even generally accepted rituals may differ slightly in neighboring areas. And yet they have a single script, complemented by local flavor. And if you use some beautiful but little-known ritual for your wedding celebration, then the wedding is guaranteed to be unique.
In the old days, it was customary for the bride and groom to prepare each other's wedding dresses. However, if the young man limited himself to simply sending his betrothed a piece of fabric for a dress as a gift, then the bride sewed and decorated the shirt to the groom with her own hands. At the wedding, guests, looking at the shirt, could see that the young wife was a real craftswoman.
Then, on the day of the bachelorette party, the bridesmaids took the shirt to the groom's house, where they were supposed to sell it.
The groom's parents, in turn, sold the bridesmaids a bath broom for the bride, with which she, according to custom, went to the bachelorette party with her friends to take a steam bath. Nowadays, of course, things are a little different.
It is unlikely that a modern girl will bother herself with embroidering a wedding shirt - now this is simply not accepted. However, this custom is a good reason to have a fun celebration on the eve of the wedding. Although the ceremony is carried out before the wedding (one to two weeks), it has a certain meaning. Thanks to this ritual, the girlfriends are given the opportunity to get to know the family and friends of the young man in a relaxed atmosphere.
The selling scene itself is prepared by the bride’s friends, and here everything depends on their imagination
. An approximate scenario might look like this:
- In addition to the wedding shirt, they prepare 2-3 more, which obviously will not fit. You can take one huge size, one vest and a shirt without one sleeve (or with a sleeve cut in half).
- Friends come “massaged”, for example, in the form of a gypsy camp, sales representatives, a group of police officers and with a corresponding legend.
- They persistently try to sell the groom or, in the case of the police, return the “substandard” product for a “modest” reward.
- Payment includes, for example, a meal, a bath towel, soap, and a broom . Options are possible here, depending on local color, customs, and imagination.
- After frolicking and sitting at the table, the bridesmaids return to the bride and go with her to the bachelorette party.
You should not focus on getting money. This may leave an unpleasant impression. Arranging a comic exchange is another matter.
Scenario . groom was kidnapped
Forces the unfortunate volunteers to dance to a monstrous mix of ditties from Let Zeppelin (the duration of the action is 1:15, in the sense of not an hour fifteen, but a minute fifteen). Having finished the torture and dismissed the guests to their places, GE meets N and ZF who have sneaked up on him. - So, who are you? - And we are new! Come to the casting! - N. is not lost. - But we need artistic food. Do you even know how to dance? - Ha! – ZF grunts contemptuously in response, kneading his hip joint in a circular motion.
- What kind of dance do you need? - asks N. - But we need different ones! Now let's check what dances you know! - says GE. - Music! N and ZF improvise to a medley of melodies of different genres and tempos in order to show their choreographic versatility. Having bowed to the stormy applause of the audience, N and ZF look questioningly at GE. “Well, let’s say,” GE pats his hands condescendingly.
Episode script: stealing a groom at a wedding
After this, three mummers come out and talk about testing his courage. And in order to get the captive back, the groom must pass all the tests. When the man fulfills all the conditions, the “bride” is returned to him.
The most powerful of the kidnappers brings in a sack with its legs peeking out, and seats him on a chair. His accomplices are chatting everyone up at this time; they can repent, apologize or deny involvement in the kidnapping. When the package is delivered, all the mummers try to run away as quickly as possible before everyone realizes that they have not returned the bride.
But men do this so that the groom or witness can quickly catch up with them and find out the location of the real girl. Armed attack To create a proper attack, you will have to try a lot. For this you will need props for the “mask show” and actors.
In this case, the bride is not taken far, but no one is allowed near her.
Love Hut in Cambodia
In general, rather patriarchal morals reign in Cambodia. But there is an exception - in the Kreung tribe, girls choose their husbands themselves, and in a rather practical way. Once a girl reaches adolescence (usually between the ages of 13 and 15), her father builds her a separate hut. From now on, the girl can invite young people there for the night and choose who she likes best. As soon as she finds the ideal man, the young people will get married. Perhaps it is in this unusual search for a life partner that the secret of family happiness lies - there are practically no divorces in the tribe. It happens that girls marry the first guy who spent the night in the love hut. And it happens that they choose for a long time and carefully - the number of young people with whom you can spend the night is unlimited. The biggest problem for a girl is if she has a lazy father who is in no hurry to build a hut. Without her, finding a husband is almost impossible. Young men do not court girls without their own home. They don’t go to visit her parents’ house. Therefore, the principle is simple: first - the hut, then - the search for a spouse.
Bride kidnapping at a wedding
- Agree on the “Stole the Bride” competition at the wedding with the host so that the theft only brings additional joy and fun.
- There is no need to take the bride far away or hide her in dusty basements or utility rooms, because this idea can ruin the wedding image.
- It is advisable that the bride sees the actions that the groom is ready for for her
- It is important not to delay the action, let the theft and the process of finding the bride last no longer than 15-20 minutes.
Important! Don't forget to choose fun games for your guests. And don't forget about table competitions so people can relax.
Selling pancakes
With the right approach, the second wedding day is no less fun than the first. And various rituals also take place on this day.
True, they are held in the form of various competitions to keep the guests entertained.
One of these entertainments is selling pancakes. Who should bake the pancakes? This custom varies in different regions. Somewhere it should be a daughter-in-law (a kind of exam), somewhere a mother-in-law (they say she wanted to treat her young son-in-law with pancakes), sometimes a mother-in-law and her mother-in-law.
However, in practice, given that both the young wife and both mothers are tired, and a fair amount of pancakes need to be baked, one of the relatives does this. Since on the second day the guests have already become acquainted and become friends, the procedure for selling pancakes takes place in an easy and relaxed atmosphere.
There is no special script or following any immutable rules.
True, sales options may vary. For example:
- The bride is in charge of selling pancakes, in which she is helped by a witness and a witness who encourage and persuade the guests to make a purchase. Pancakes are sold for a nominal fee (you shouldn't try to make money), and they are served with a glass of vodka. The guest, in turn, makes a toast.
- The mother-in-law handles the sales. She, with a large plate filled with pancakes, accompanied by a witness “armed” with a decanter, and a witness with a tray for collecting money, goes around the assembled guests and sells pancakes. As soon as the pancakes are finished, the mother-in-law breaks the plate, gives the bride a broom, and she sweeps the floor.
Payment for pancakes can also be charged in the form of anecdotes, parting words, or toast. But don’t get too carried away, otherwise there is a risk that the second wedding day will smoothly transition into the third. By the way, on the second day of the wedding, it’s quite funny to “find out” the gender of the first child. The witness and witness walk among the guests with pink and blue onesies, collecting money.
Then they calculate which sliders have more money. If in blue, the first-born is a boy, if in pink, then a girl.
Groom kidnapping scenario
King: What are you talking about, fools? Announce me quickly. And introduce me to the bride! I want to be with her. Minister: So, this is the king - Our great sovereign. He is really waiting for your love, Accept him quickly. King: By my order, your fiance went to prison. You don’t want to keep him company there, do you? Nanny (to the bride): Between you and me, he says everything for a reason. He will throw you in prison if you refuse him.
Tsar: In short, don’t be a fool, They offer it, so take it! Tea, it’s not every day that kings come to you to woo you! Nanny: Oh, I was silent in your sixteenth year, After all, you are already over a hundred. What are you going to do with your wife? After all, the strong woman is not the same... You, my friend, are one of those husbands, Which is more harmless than snakes: They crawl, but do not bite, Not to say even worse! Tsar (to the Minister): Why are you silent and rattling medals, Or don’t you see how the State prestige is being desecrated?! Minister: Proud profile, firm step... From the back you look just like a checker, Just move the crown to one side so that it doesn’t hang on your ears.
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