posted on Dec, 20 2014 @ 06:31 AM
a reply to: nonspecific
You know what?
I was invited to a wedding once as an adult, and the persons who were being wed asked me to show up in my usual civvies. So I did. Padded zip up
black vest with bolts and rubber panels on the front, hair and beard on full display, black, flared skate trousers, spiked boots with big shiny metal
wedges on the heel and toe points. I looked like I had wandered off the set of an album cover shoot for a black metal band.
I did very similar for my friends kids christening, although that function was held at a Roman *hawks, spits* Catholic Church, and although I had
been instructed to turn up in the ceremonial garb of a Prophet of Steel by the mother of those who were being christened, members of the congregation
on the day were very upset. I got a lot of stick from one particular gentleman who demanded to know who had invited me, while lambasting me for my
Godlessness (which is hilarious considering that I am a staunch believer in Christ). You would have thought that he would have shut his mouth when I
informed him that not only had I been invited by the mother of the children who were being christened, but had been instructed to attend in my
capacity as a metalhead. However, he kept on at me, and another member of the christening party. We had been stood out the back of the Church after
the ceremony, listening to a bit of metal.
I elected that rather than dragging the fellow back inside, and dumping him on his face in front of everyone he knew, that I would inform the mother
of the children being christened that I would have to leave, since the ignorant native savages were getting restless. Myself and the other fellow I
was hanging with, left hence to the boozer, wherein we quaffed many beverages! A good day all round!